Maverick (1957–1962): Season 2, Episode 1 - The Day They Hanged Bret Maverick - full transcript

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Any strangers ride
into town tonight?

Hey, Maverick, how
much do you weigh?

Ninety-eight pounds.

Give me 10 there.

- Ten dollars says he won't.
- And $10 says he will.

Oh, you're making
a bad bet, Stan.

If he never said where he hid
that 40,000 all through the trial...

why should he up and say it now?

Because no man's gonna meet his maker
with a thing like that on his conscience.



That's why.

Providing, of course,
he's got a conscience.

Mr. Maverick?

Yeah?

Looks like you've got
important company coming.

The mayor and the whole honking
town council's heading this way.

See anything that
looks like a pardon?

You've got a good
sense of humor.

Yeah. It'll be the
death of me yet.

- Howdy, mayor.
- Howdy, sheriff.

Howdy, gents.

Howdy, Mr. Maverick.

Howdy.

Well, sir...
Mr. Maverick, that is...



me and the citizen's committee don't
wanna take up too much of your time.

Because you ain't got
too much to take up.

Don't tell me.

You've come here to
appeal to my better nature.

Let me clear my conscience by
telling you where the money is hid, right?

That's right.

Mr. Mayor, doesn't it stand to reason that
if I could tell you where the money was...

I would have done it where
it might have saved my neck?

You might have figured it'd do you
more harm than good right about then.

Now, see, Mr. Maverick...

we figure there's a little
good in the worst of us.

If you was to really understand how
that money you took from Wells Fargo...

was put in there by innocent
people, widows and orphans even...

well, sir, we figure you'd feel
better going to your reward...

if you was to know
them poor unfortunates...

- was gonna get their money back.
- That's true.

And I do feel better
knowing that, Mr. Mayor.

Well, then you
have decided to tell.

I couldn't do that.

But you don't have to worry too
much about those poor unfortunates.

You see Wells Fargo
takes the responsibility...

for any money they handle.

And they will pay back
the widows and orphans.

Well, how about all the trouble
that's gonna cause the company?

But I reckon you don't
give a hang for that.

Mr. Mayor, if anybody ever gave a hang
for the trouble they've caused, it's me.

But I still can't tell you where the
money is because I still didn't steal it.

Them's your last words, sir?

Pretty close to it, I guess.

It's no use, boys.
He's just incorrigible.

- Good night, Mr. Lloyd.
- Good night, Chick.

Good night, mayor.

- Hey, don't forget, 9 a.m. in the morning.
- Oh, we'll all be looking forward to it.

Mr. Maverick, I wish you had
have been more cooperative.

It gives the town kind of a funny
feeling hanging a man that's so unfriendly.

You mean this is the first time
you've strung up the wrong man?

Oh, no. I mean, yes.

What I mean is, this is the first
time we've strung up any man, legal.

Oh, we had our share
of lynchings, yeah...

but we're doing this right with a
fair trial and a legal execution...

modern equipment, progress.

And so what happens?

You come along and throw a damper on the
whole thing by holding out on the money.

I'm sure sorry to
be a wet blanket...

but that's the trouble with innocent
men. They're just no fun at a hanging.

- Innocent.
- Yeah.

Well, be that as it may, you've
got a breakfast coming at 7 a.m.

The town council says you can have
just anything you want. To eat, that is.

I couldn't eat breakfast
at 7 a.m. on any morning...

let alone tomorrow.

Why, sheriff, you've
outdone yourself.

Yeah, I guess maybe I did.

But I've been trying to
put myself in your place.

I wish you were, sheriff.

What I mean is, I can understand how a
man could be tempted by all that money...

and how he could be
weak enough to steal for it...

scared enough to kill for it, and
careless enough to get caught at it.

Now, that's all human.

- It is?
- Yeah, it is.

But how a man could know
where all that money is at...

and just leave it there to rot to
where it won't do nobody no good...

now, that ain't human.

- It isn't?
- No.

And you know what I think?

I think that's the worst crime
than anything else you've did.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Now, Maverick...

I'm probably the last living person that
you're ever gonna get a chance to talk to.

So why don't you just tell me
what you've done with the money?

- Now, what would be the harm?
- Well, what would be the good?

Well, it would do me a lot of
good, turning up that 40,000.

Oh, it ain't the $5000 reward
that I'm thinking of. Far from it.

It's just that... Well,
I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll sign a paper with you
saying that that reward money...

will go to just anybody
that you wanna name.

Kind of a legacy, like. Now,
how would you like that?

- Would I get a copy of that paper?
- Sure you would.

- To keep the rest of my life?
- Yeah, you could keep it for...

Maverick, you act
like you don't trust me.

Oh, nothing of
the kind, sheriff.

Uh, this brother of yours,
the one that you said...

could prove that you wasn't
here in Hallelujah that night.

Now, he could certainly
use the 5000, couldn't he?

Why don't you think about him?

Well, I have been
thinking about him, sheriff.

I've been thinking about
how we tossed coins...

to see who'd go east
and who'd go west...

and thinking about he would be here
instead of me if that coin come up tails.

With luck like that, he doesn't
need my money, sheriff.

And you do know
where the money's at.

Well, I guess it's kind of
foolish to keep saying I don't.

- I may as well own up.
- Yeah.

After all, three
men saw me take it.

Yeah.

But no one saw me hide it.

No.

That's my little secret.

Yeah.

And I'm keeping it.

Maverick, that is the orneriest
honking attitude that I ever heard of.

Well, I guess I got kind
of a mean streak, sheriff.

But I hid that money good.
And if I can't have it, nobody can.

Oh, Maverick, you just
ought to be ashamed.

- Forty thousand dollars.
- Yeah.

Can you imagine what a man
could do with all that money?

Yeah.

And the best part of it
is, it's all in small bills...

just like they
said at the trial.

Fives, 10s and 20s.
So easy to spend.

Yeah.

That's my last little
joke on the world, sheriff.

Because when they hang me...

somebody is sure
gonna be out $40,000.

Well, I guess that's about all
the breakfast I want, sheriff.

You got a good
cigar to top it off?

- About that 40,000.
- Yeah, sheriff?

How would you like to tell
me where that money's at...

if I could fix it so as you
wouldn't have to hang?

Well, I don't see how
you could that, sheriff.

There's not more than an hour or so
to go and I'm not apt to get a new trial.

Nobody ever said I was
gonna get off easy if I talked.

That ain't what I mean.

Take a look at them gallows
out there in that courtyard.

No, thanks. I've seen it.

Then you've seen how
we got that tarp draped...

- all around the bottom of the platform?
- Yeah, that's very pretty.

That was put there because
ladies of the town thought...

it would make a
neater hanging...

if nobody was to see the body a-dangling
once it dropped through the trap.

It?

Yeah. You.

Now, once I spring that trap,
you drop out of sight, don't you?

Yeah.

Supposing you was
to hit something soft...

underneath there.

Something that would break your
fall before you break your neck.

Yeah.

Now, the coroner's the only one that's
authorized to go in underneath there.

And he'd just cut you loose from that rope
and comes out and pronounces you're dead.

- But I'm not.
- No.

Then him and me, we'd
dump you into a box...

- and cart you out of town and bury you.
- Alive?

Oh, of course not. We bury
the box, but you ain't in it.

How do you like it?

I like it.

Forty thousand dollars' worth?

- Less 5000.
- What do you mean...?

Well, I need money to
get across the border.

That still leaves 35,000
for you and the coroner.

Thirty-five thousand dollars.

But there's one
thing wrong with it.

What's that?

The coroner. He ain't in on it.

But I think he'll go along all
right. You see, he owes me a favor.

I got him his job.

He'd go along for
me and the money.

Fine, fine. But what
if he won't go along?

Oh, he'll go along.

No, sir, I won't go along.

But, Ollie, there's
$35,000 in it.

- It's a lot of money.
- It's more than that.

But it isn't worth it.

Chick, you and me, we
got a stake in this town.

What's more, we live in it.

Supposing someone
was to find out?

How would anybody find out?

Supposing someone was to peek
under the top, see what we were up to?

There's only the invited witnesses and
they won't be here for half an hour yet.

Just tell them Maverick's
dead and I'll clear the courtyard.

You'll clear the court...

It's too risky.

We've only 40 minutes.

We would have had to put something
soft under there for him to land on.

- There just isn't time.
- There's a shack out in the courtyard...

where I keep extra mattresses
and blankets for the jail here.

You could be putting
them under the trap...

Me?

Why, of course you. You've got every right
to be fooling around with them gallows.

Testing the rope and making
sure the trap will work and all.

No, sir. I am
not going to do it.

Ollie, $35,000.

Thousand dollars.

It's a lot of money.

And I say it's worth the risk.

And I say it's not.

- Ollie, you listen to...
- No...

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, mayor.

Gentlemen, I was
just telling Ollie here...

You're early, ain't you? The
hanging ain't for a half hour yet.

Well, we thought we'd pay our
last respects to Mr. Maverick here...

share his last few
moments with him.

Then if he felt like he
wanted to tell us something...

before he has to leave us...

You're wasting your
time. I'm not talking.

Well, son, we've
got it to waste.

If you don't wanna do any
talking, we don't have to talk.

We'll all just sit here...

and listen to that old clock
on the wall a-tick, tick, ticking.

- I better go get the wagon, Chick.
- Uh-huh.

Did you make a
deal with the coroner?

I don't know. Maybe
you better tell me now.

Where's the money?

Looks like I'm taking
it with me, sheriff.

Says he's got nothing to say.

I guess that's it.

What'd I tell you?
He never said a word.

Pretty mean trick. All
that money gone to waste.

You gotta give him credit,
though. He took it real nice.

I've never seen
a neater hanging.

Hey, here he comes now.

Come on, boys. Let's give him a sendoff.
- Sure. Let's go.

Whoa, hold on there.
What's going on?

Where do you think you're going?

We thought we'd tag along
to the graveyard, Chick.

Why, you ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.

Huh? How's that?

Why, this fella we've got in the box here
is nothing but a lowdown thief and killer.

A no-good, unrepentant
sinner right up until the very end.

Sheriff's right, boys.

Now, me and Mr. Poole here, we
gotta go alone because that's our job.

But this man here, he don't deserve
no last rites, no ceremony, no, sir.

The sheriff's
making sense, boys.

Seems to me the town of Hallelujah
can show its respect for law and order...

by staying away from
this man's funeral.

Setting an example
for other towns too.

You tell them, mayor. And
as far as I'm concerned...

anybody that shows his face
out there at that graveyard...

ain't a durn sight
better than he was.

Ah, Chick.

- I suspect he's right, though.
- Yeah. I didn't wanna go anyhow.

That's the spirit, boys.

Come on, Ollie, and
let's get this over with.

Yes. Hep.

- No tricks, Maverick.
- No tricks, sheriff.

Say, you said some pretty
unkind things about me back there.

A man likes to feel like he's
better thought of after he's gone.

I know one thing. I'll feel
better after you're gone.

We got no time to waste.
Them diggers is waiting.

So come on, give us a hand.

Help us with that log. It's
just about your size. Come on.

It won't weigh the same.

Oh, hush. You can act like you're
helping them carry the box, can't you?

If they notice
difference in the weight,

they'll think you're
making up the difference.

- Now come on.
- Yeah, I'm making it... Yes, yes.

Right up there. Yeah.

Oh, come on.

There we go.

Put them blankets in there.

There now, that's nice and snug.

Nail her down now, Ollie.

You stand over there.

What...? What you
gonna do with him?

I'm gonna keep him here
till after you bury that box...

and come back at
night with an extra horse.

Then he's gonna
take us to the money.

And if anybody
asks where I am...

you tell them that I rode over
to the county seat to file a report.

- I still say it's too risky.
- Will you get going?

Yes.

Now, you just stand over there
and keep a-looking at this gun.

Ah, sheriff, I gotta hand it to you.
That was one mighty smart stunt.

Smart? You mean slipping
you out of town like that?

Oh, well, that too. But getting rid
of the coroner, that was even better.

Now there's just you and me and
no need to split your share with him.

Well, how do you figure that?

Well, isn't that what you
had in mind? Let me escape?

- Escape?
- Well, yeah, after you get the money.

No need for you to wait here for
him to get back with the horses.

You get your money and I'm on
my way to the border before nightfall.

You tell him I got away
and he can't tell different...

and you got $35,000
all to yourself.

Sheriff, that was
real smart of you.

Yeah. But there's just one
thing that I ain't got figured.

What's that?

How both you and me is gonna get
that money with only the one horse.

Riding double. It's not far. I
buried it the first chance I got.

I figure it's less than 5
miles due north of here.

I don't think I like
that riding double.

Don't that kind of put
me to a disadvantage?

Well, no, sir.

I'll sit in the saddle
and you get up behind.

Oh, no.

No, you sit in the saddle
and I'll get up behind.

Anything you say,
sheriff. I'll just get up first...

No. I'll get up first and you just
stand over there by that rock...

with your back to me remembering
that this gun is on you just every second.

- Now go on.
- All right, sheriff. After you.

All right, now you can
come here and climb aboard.

Put your left foot
in that stirrup...

swing your right leg
over this saddle horn here.

- And don't kick me with it. No tricks.
- Kick you?

Because if you do, I'm
gonna blow your head off.

What would I wanna
kick you for, sheriff?

You're the man who got my neck out of
a noose. Believe me, I'm only too happy.

There. That looks real nice.

It sure does.

And let's hope that
that's the last of him.

Chick, what are you doing here?

Oh, I just stopped by to make
sure there was no slip-ups.

All right, boys, go
on home now. Go on.

What happened? Where's Maverick?

- He got away, Ollie.
- Oh, my stars.

I'll swear he's quicker than a
cat and slipperier than a snake.

I just took my eyes off of him long
enough to blink and he jumped me.

He stole my horse.

He got away, Ollie. He's
gone. He's gone for good.

We're ruined. We're ruined, Chick.
What did I tell you? We're finished.

Oh, no such of a thing.

Now what's going to happen?

What if somebody sees
him running around alive?

But they won't. He's got
too much sense for that.

He knows that if he gets himself
spotted anywhere, he's still gotta hang.

So he don't dare
show his face nowhere.

He's just gonna get that money
and duck across that border...

quicker than you can say "scat."

Why did I ever let you
talk me into this, Chick?

Oh, snap out of it, Ollie.

He got away, yes, but
nobody is none the wiser.

He ain't gonna tell nobody what we
done and we certainly ain't gonna tell.

So all we're out is the $35,000.

- It's a lot of money.
- Yeah.

- Sheriff, come out here quick.
- What is it, Ollie?

Something you've
got to see. Hurry.

You're turn, Henry.
I'll be right back.

She says she's Maverick's widow.
- His what?

You heard me. Now
what's gonna happen?

Ollie, take it easy.
What can she do?

What can she do?

She can claim his body,
that's what she can do.

Oh, yeah.

Howdy, ma'am. I'm the sheriff.

I am the coroner.

Did we understand somebody just
say that you was Mr. Maverick's widow?

Why, yes.

I hope I won't be unwelcome
here, sheriff, because of that.

Mercy sakes, no.

And what is it that
you want in our town?

Well, the first thing I want is
to visit my husband's grave.

And the second thing?

Mrs. Maverick, I am the mayor.

And speaking for all the people,
I hope you understand how we...

Well, all we done
is what we had to do.

Of course I understand.

He didn't say nothing
about having no wife.

No, no.

He didn't. He was probably
trying to protect my name.

He wasn't all bad, you know.

Yes, ma'am.

There's a little good
in the worst of us.

And now if you'll just
show me where he is.

I'll take you there
myself, ma'am.

It's a nice shady spot,
peaceful and serene.

A man couldn't want
a better resting place.

I remember him saying, "I've
come to the end of my trail.

My wandering days is over.

Just lay me to rest here in
Hallelujah and don't never move me."

Yes, yes.

How very like him.

Right this way, ma'am.

Is there anything we can
do for you, Mrs. Maverick?

After all, we feel
kind of responsible.

No. No, thank you, mayor.

Forgive me.

I know I shouldn't
shed any tears over him.

There, there, now,
ma'am, we understand...

but try to look at it like this.

He ain't really
gone, he's just away.

- What's he mean by that?
- Shh. It's just a way of speaking.

Still, I wish there was
something we could do for you...

the innocent victim
of his transgressions.

By gum, come to
think of it, there is.

- There is?
- Yes. When your husband was caught...

he had a thousand dollar
bill pinned inside of his coat.

It wasn't no part of that Wells
Fargo money neither. It was his.

So I guess that
makes it yours now.

Thank you, mayor.
You're very kind.

But I couldn't accept it.

You see...

every penny my husband
ever owned was stolen money.

Every penny?

I'm afraid so.

Well, we had no idea.

And since I never took a cent
of that money while he lived...

I certainly couldn't
take it now.

Yes, ma'am, we understand.

The council was thinking of using
that money to build a better jail.

It could be kind of a monument
to your husband, ma'am.

I think I like that, mayor.

Yes.

I think Cliff would
have liked it too.

Cliff? Excuse me,
ma'am. Who's he?

Oh, I sort of let
that slip, didn't I?

But you've all been so kind, so generous.
Well, I think you ought to know the truth.

It certainly can't hurt
my husband now.

He was a bad man and
he used many names.

Bret Maverick was
just one of them.

His real name was Cliff Sharp.

- Cliff Sharp?
- The man who's got a price on his head...

- all over Texas, New Mexico, Arizona...?
- Yes, sheriff.

The same man that's buried there
under the name of Bret Maverick.

Well, what do you
know. Did you hear that?

Why, having him buried here
will put this town on the map.

But he's not buried here.
Now what's going to happen?

- Sheriff, come out quick.
- What is it this time, Ollie?

Hurry up, there's
something you gotta see.

I'll be right back,
Stanley. Your turn.

No. He wouldn't dare.

You see, you see? Now
what's going to happen?

It's him, I tell you. It's him.

It can't be. He's
dead and buried.

Sure, he is.

Is there's something we
can do for you, mister?

Yeah.

Is this the town that hanged
my brother Bret Maverick?

Why, yeah, I reckon it is.

I just wanted a good
look at the men...

who said they saw my
brother do that killing.

Where are they?

I was one of them.

Me too, I guess.

So was I.

You can look me in the face
and say it was him you saw?

Well, now I ain't so sure.

- Maybe you think it was me, huh?
- Well, it might have been.

You look just like him.

No, I don't. I look
a little like him.

Brother Bret was
taller than I am.

Better looking too.

Just what are you
trying to prove, mister?

That this town hung
an innocent man.

These witnesses can't say
whether it was him or me they saw.

So their testimony isn't
worth a can of beans.

Lots of folks look
like us Mavericks.

I came here to clear my brother's
name so I can go on looking like I do...

without fear of being hanged.

Now, just a minute, Mr. Maverick,
or whatever you call yourself.

It just so happens we
know we got the right man.

You do? How?

Because his widow's
come to town and told us.

My wi...? My brother's widow?

Yes. And she also told us
who your brother really is.

She did?

And who is he really?

As if you didn't
know, Mr. Sharp.

- Mister who?
- Don't try to deny it.

You're brother's
name was Cliff Sharp.

- Is that what she told you?
- Yeah.

And maybe we just
better hold you...

till we find out if you're
wanted for something.

Now, gents, take it easy.

You can't blame a man for
trying to clear his brother's name.

Even if his brother
was Cliff Sharp.

Well...

By the way, I haven't seen
my sister-in-law in quite a while.

- Could you tell me where I could find her?
- Left town, southbound stage.

About a half hour ago.

I guess I could catch up.

I won't be bothering
you folks again.

I guess you know how I
felt, losing a brother that way.

Bad as he was, he
was always good to me.

I always say there's a
little good in the worst of us.

Hey, mister.

Don't think you're fooling me
none wearing that mustache.

I know who you really are.

- Shall we turn around and tell the people?
- No, no, get out of town.

Now what's going to happen?

Ho! Ho!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hiya! Giddyap!

I usually like to know the
people that I travel with.

But in his case, it can wait.

My name is Richards,
Brad Richards.

How do you do?

I'm going all the way to El
Paso. How far are you going?

Not that far.

Your husband?

Hardly. BRET: Father?

He was there when I got on at
Hallelujah. He hasn't opened his eyes.

I'm sure if he had, he sure
wouldn't have closed them.

Now, see here, Mr. Richards,
I'm a married woman.

I'm on my way to Santa
Fe to join my husband...

and I feel no need
for conversation.

Well, ma'am, you don't understand.
This stage line once tried to hire me...

just to carry on conversations
with people on these long dull trips.

They did?

No, ma'am, they didn't.

Do you spell your
name with one T or two?

With no T's, Mr. Richards.

It's Clifford. Mrs.
Molly Clifford.

How do you do?

Oh, no, separate checks, please.

- Leave it, waiter.
- All right.

Molly, this is my treat.

Brad, paying my bills
wasn't part of the bargain.

- But I want to.
- I'm still a married woman.

- What difference does that make?
- I still believe in paying my way.

All right. You
willing to gamble?

Just what do you have in mind?

Cut the cards. High card pays.

Ah, heh. Oh, no.

Don't forget I've seen
those card tricks of yours.

No tricks. You shuffle, you cut.

Queen.

Deuce.

You lose, Molly, you pay.

- You amaze me. You really do.
- How's that?

Well, I thought surely
you'd try to impress me...

by cutting the high card
and paying the check.

But you didn't.

So I'm even more impressed.

Well, as my pappy always said, there's
more than one way to please a lady.

May I tell you
something very personal?

Sure. What is it?

Well, I've been
thinking about it all day...

and you're just not the
type to wear a mustache.

What?

Oh, well, you see, I grew this
so I wouldn't look so young.

I have a nerve, haven't I?

What right do I have
to start changing you?

Every right.

As long as you
don't change yourself.

Hiya! Ha!

Better not come in, Brad.

But we'll be in
Santa Fe tomorrow.

I know.

It won't be any fun going the
rest of the way without you.

Nor for me staying in Santa Fe.

Brad, I never dreamed four
days could slip by so fast.

It doesn't have to
end here, you know.

Yes, it does.

Molly...

Good night, Brad.

Brad, take me with you.

- Is that what you want?
- Yes, I'm sure of it now.

- And your husband?
- I don't wanna go back to him. Not now.

- Not ever?
- No.

He's no good, Brad.
Not for me nor for himself.

Good or bad, Molly, you
owe him an explanation.

I can't face him.
I'm afraid of him.

Afraid? I'll be with you.

- You will?
- Yes.

I don't have to go to El
Paso tomorrow. It can wait.

We'll face him together.
We'll have to sooner or later.

Suddenly it's all become
very serious, hasn't it?

Disappointed?

I don't know, I...

Maybe I wasn't thinking very
clearly. Maybe I didn't want to.

All I know is I saw something I
wanted and I didn't care what it cost.

You once told me you
believed in paying your way.

All right, Brad, if
that's what you want.

We'll face him together.

See anybody you know?

He won't be here to meet
me if that's what you mean.

Our place is small. My
husband works it by himself.

- It's miles out of town.
- I'll rent a buggy.

There's still time to
change your mind, Brad.

No, we've come this
far, let's get it over with.

All right, whatever you say.

- Now get your hands up high.
- What's wrong, Molly?

You are. You got out of character
when you turned noble last night...

and insisted on seeing my
husband. You're not the noble type.

- You've got me all wrong, Molly.
- Not now, I haven't.

I figure you for a lawman. You caught
up with that stage after I left Hallelujah.

Somehow you knew it
wasn't Cliff Sharp they buried.

So all you had to do was get
to close to his wife, wasn't it?

- And stay close till I took you to him.
- I can explain.

Explain it to Cliff.

Now wait a minute.

How's he gonna take it when he
hears you were ready to run off with me?

Who's he gonna believe?

I've brought you to him
with a gun in your ribs.

Cliff? Cliff, come out here.

Cliff?

He's a lawman.

That's the man they
were supposed to hang.

Molly. You've got a gun. Use it.

You're doing fine,
Molly. Just stay neutral.

You didn't use that gun
when it would have been easy.

I don't think you'll use it now.

Thanks.

Now we can get started
back to Hallelujah.

No.

You've gotta believe me.

I never had anything
to do with Cliff stealing.

The only wrong thing I
ever did was to go there...

and try and make them
believe it was Cliff they buried.

Even that was his idea.

He thought he saw a way to
make the law stop looking for him.

It sounded that way
from the story you told.

Hanging me for one
of his crimes was good.

Burying me for all of
them was even better.

Now we're gonna go
back and dig me up.

But what will they do to me?

Well, they might go easier if
we went back with the 40,000.

Look, Molly, I know it's here
somewhere. I'm gonna find it.

It's inside the house.

That's better.

There's still some reward money
out and I'm entitled to some of it.

I was hanged for it.

Sheriff, come on out here.

Ollie, now get ahold
of yourself. What's up?

It's... Oh, come on.

Your turn, I'll be right back.

He shaved off his mustache.

Now what's going to happen?

Four thousand nine
hundred and seventy...

4980...

4990, 5000 even.

And you already got your $1000
bill back so that makes us all square.

Here you are, Mr. Maverick.

And I sure hope this makes up
some for all the trouble we caused you.

Well, it's gonna help,
mayor. It's gonna help a lot.

Five, 10s and 20s. Just the
way we like them, right, sheriff?

Uh...

- What are you gonna do about Mrs. Sharp?
- Oh, she's gonna have to stand trial.

What for?

Why... Why, for telling us
she was Cliff Sharp's widow.

That was a lie.

Not anymore.

Oh, yeah.

And if it hadn't been
for her telling the truth...

I'd have had to stay
buried for the rest of my life.

Well, I don't know what she's guilty
of but I know she's guilty of something.

And she's gotta stand trial.

Well, would you see that
she gets a good lawyer?

Why, sure, Mr. Maverick.

I'd like to leave you
with one last thought.

If it hadn't been for those two
crooks you have behind bars there...

this whole town would have been
guilty of hanging an innocent man.

So remember, mayor, there's
a little good in the worst of us.

Now what's going to happen?