Maverick (1957–1962): Season 2, Episode 5 - High Card Hangs - full transcript

- One of them nooses up there is for you.
- Maybe not.

- What do you mean?
- Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's
enough for one murder.

Yeah.

So long as it ain't you.

I ain't confessing to
something I didn't do.

And me neither.

Well, the odds are two
to one you don't have to.

One apiece.

High card confesses.

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These are the Black Hills.

Seated in 1 8 6 8 to the noble
Sioux Nation in perpetuity.

If the Sioux were not entirely clear on
how long perpetuity was, they soon learned.

- It was exactly
seven years. ALL: Yay!

1 87 5, being the
year the news got out.

There was gold in those hills.

And those half-naked savages
were doing absolutely nothing about it.

We moved in to show them how.

There are only two things wrong
with those black hills mining camps.

They weren't in United
States territory, so they had to...

well, meet the crime problem in
their own simple, forthright way.

And the second thing. They didn't
like what they called card sharks.

Unless an enterprising
young poker player was



willing to spend his
days shoveling rock...

and otherwise disguising
his honorable profession...

he was better off where there
was less free gold and more law.

Do you suppose this is a nugget?

How should I know?

What would we do, old
boy, if we made a strike?

A good one, I mean.

I wouldn't worry about it, Jim.

We can always sell out to
somebody with a strong back.

Isn't that a beaut?

Maverick, my
friend, it isn't worth it.

No matter how many gold-ladened
simpletons might eventually join us...

for a friendly game, it isn't...

Howdy.

Name's Jones. Genessee Jones.

I'm Bart Maverick. This
is my partner Jim Buckley.

Howdy.

Eh, place hereabouts where
a fella could feed his face?

Frenchy Sue's. Just
the other side of camp.

Frenchy Sue?

Be that a female name?

Ha, ha. The real
thing. And so is she.

Real woman-cooking!
Imagine that. Heh.

You fellas sure live high.

All the comforts of home.

You got good gravel here?

Oh, about three ounces a day.

Three ounces!

That ain't gravel.
Ain't even sweepings.

We like to think
of it as... wages.

Well, if you like working.

You said that eating
place was where?

Just over the hill.

Obliged.

Say, would you lend me the
use of them scales for a bit?

Help yourself.

Thank you.

What do you have there?

Oh, a little pocket I cleaned
out over in upper Willow Creek.

Oh, ha, ha. How much?

Well, judging by the half tin, if your
scales is honest here, I'd say about, uh...

eight thousand
dollars in clean dust.

You mean to say you're prowling these hills
alone with eight thousand in dust on you?

Well, you need help.

Not this far I ain't. Ha-ha-ha.

No, you don't understand.

See, there's a big
meeting in the camp tonight.

They're choosing a court and some officers.
Every man in the creek will be there.

Well, it's no time for a stranger to get
careless with a poke the size of that one.

I don't aim to get
careless. Ha-ha-ha.

And we don't aim to let you.

You're sticking with us.

Well, let's get moving.

I've come thirty mile today and
killed a couple Injuns on the way.

I'm hungrier than a spring bear
and I got a wee might of thirst to boot.

- We can take care of that too.
- Hey!

Excuse us, we'll,
uh, we'll get our coats.

Right.

Looks like we got a game.

- He did say eight thousand, didn't he?
- He did.

Now, maybe one of us
better skip that meeting tonight.

- No matter how bad it might look.
- Yeah. But which one?

- Cut?
- Uh-uh.

Cut.

You fellas coming?

We'll settle this later.

Did you like my stew, boys?
- Oh, yeah.

- Where did you learn to cook, Frenchy?
- She learned to cook in Paris.

- Yeah.
- Aw, you look a little tired.

Sit down and rest yourself.

You know, I've heard some mighty
funny monikers along this creek...

but the name for this camp beats
them all. Bald Bill. Ain't that a name?

You find that amusing?

Amusing? Why, it's hilarious.

Wait.

This is our leading
citizen, monsieur, Bill King.

The camp has been
named after him.

As you can see.

Doggone it! That ain't
true. And you know it.

A liar you call me?

I named her after that big bear
racket, the head of the gulch, Bald Hill.

That ain't the way
we heard it. Is it, boys?

No!

What's the matter.
Can't take a joshing?

We was only fooling, Bill.
- Yeah.

- You coming to the meeting?
- I hadn't given it very much thought.

It starts in half an
hour. Now, you be there.

- See here, my good man...
- Don't give me no argument.

I'm running for judge,
and I want a man up

for clerk who can at
least write his own name.

Clerk! Oh.

Your folks are gonna be mighty
proud of you, James Aloysius Buckley.

Mighty proud!

Yes, sir, you picked
the fine choice.

Politics runs in his family.

Matter of fact, one of his relatives
was Lord Mayor of London.

Well, you better be
there, Lord Mayor.

Ma'am, this here is the best beat of
grub I've had since Hector was a puppy.

I always say there ain't a kitchen
worth its name without a woman in it.

And it is even worth more than
that with a French woman in it.

Mon ami, is that the best you can
do, Frenchy, for old Genessee here?

Why, he's a very important man.

Yes. And pass that there pie!

- And very rich!
- Oh, here. Put that back!

Oh, Genessee, let me show the
boys what real diggings are like.

Don't worry about
a thing, Dandy.

Look at that, Frenchy!
Whoop. Don't touch!

Feast your eyes
on that, gentlemen.

Where'd you get
that? In this creek?

No. Took a side to Oglala.

And put that back.

I sure will, Genessee.

I'm going to get me on the right
side of the hill one of these days.

There you are, boys.
Eight thousand dollars.

It's picked by hand
out of a single pocket.

There you are, Genessee.

There's no point in
spreading it all over camp.

Oh, but there is, Dandy.
There most certainly is.

We got time for a drink
before our meeting, boys.

Drink! Yeah!

Let's get a drink. I'm drier
than a horned toad pie.

Hey, old-timer! Hold
on a minute there!

Must you go listen to them
make speeches to each other?

It will be quiet here.

There's something I
have to take care of first.

Maybe later?

There won't even be standing room in
here when that meeting breaks up, Frenchy.

Uh, going to the
meeting, Maverick?

Uh, no.

Well, then maybe you
and Buckley and your

friend here would like
to join us a little game.

Well, Dandy Jim can't make it.

- Yes, I can, old boy. See I won't be...
- But the meeting, old boy.

But...

However, I'd
like to try my luck.

Say what about you, Genessee?

Well, now, these two
don't look so fierce...

and they can't be much harm in a
fellow that talks as much as you do.

Well, my tent all
right? Got a stove.

Sure. And a bottle maybe?

Well, I think we
might arrange that.

Since you fellas are so dead set
on being obliging, let's get sociable.

Fine. Fine idea.

Uh, good luck, Mr. Clerk.

Do you think he will
ever settle down?

You...

You mean you want him to?

Why not? He's grand,
beau, c'est un charmeur.

Well, he has his virtues...

he's not bright,
but he's shifty.

I am afraid you do not
see him the way I do.

That's entirely possible.

Well, mustn't be late
for my date with duty.

And two for the gambolier.

The meeting is still going on,
so I brought you some coffee.

- Well, thank you very much, Frenchy.
- Mighty obliging, ma'am.

Joe, will you bring back
the cups in the morning?

Yeah, sure. Don't
worry about it, Frenchy.

You might stay around
a little while, Frenchy.

- Not when I am so outnumbered.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Well, by the looks of things this
is about the last hand anyhow.

What you say we check around
and turn them up for good?

Suits me.

Well, it's up to you.

Three jacks.

It beats aces.

Beats two pairs.

You're awful lucky
tonight, Genessee.

Yeah. Seems that way.
But that ain't really it.

- No?
- No, now, take you, for instance.

You got a fine touch with the
cards, but you're playing too tight.

Gotta gamble a little.

Poker's a game of chance,
in case you haven't heard.

Well, from tonight's results,
I'd say you were right.

You ain't alone. I'm clean.

Yeah. Poker in
three easy lessons.

Look, son, you don't think that
pocket I cleaned out on Willow Creek...

was in a patch
of gravel, do you?

Fact is, it was in a
pair of greenhorn pants.

Just about your size. Ha, ha.

You mean to tell us
you're a professional?

No, just a good poker player.

We got another name for them.

Card sharks!

We ain't very hospitable with
them kind of poker players around!

I should have knowed it.

Bad poker players and bad losers
always come wrapped up in the same skins!

Night, Genessee. Heh.

How do you like that?

What is it they always say? May
the best man win? Looks like he did.

Aw, he's probably cheating.

He sure fooled me.

Well, it looks like that
meeting's still going on.

If Buckley comes looking for me, you tell
him that I went back to claim to turn in.

All right. BART: Night, boys!

Are you in there, Bart?
- Huh? Uh...

- Oh, is that you, Jim?
- It's me, old boy.

Come on out of there,
Maverick, with your hands up.

What is this? Your
idea of a joke?

Well, this is obviously no joke.

I'm holding you.

You're doing what?

Easy, my dear fellow.

You see, Bill was
elected judge tonight.

I'm holding you and Hays
and Manning for murder.

Murder?

But you don't think that...

Well, they don't
mean this, do they?

I'm afraid they do.

Well, tell them I didn't do it.

He already has, Maverick.

We had to hold a gun on him a spell
to stop him from getting plumb reckless.

But that don't change facts.

What facts?

You and Hays and Manning saw the old
man's poke and whittled him into a game.

Hays here says he
cleaned you all out.

So here's a way to get even.

One of you, or a pair, or
all three of you. It has to be.

Every man in the creek was up at
the camp meeting where he belonged.

A stranger did it then.

Some drifter passing through.

A drifter couldn't get a mile through
these hills without being spotted.

Night or day, and you know it.

I know I didn't kill anybody.

Besides, a stranger wouldn't know about
the old man's poke, and you three did.

Which one of you
two thought this up?

Takes a pretty stupid man to
kill somebody for his money.

Well, which one was it?
- Save it, Maverick!

Me and the boys
all talked this over.

We reached our decision
by unanimous vote.

The murderer or murderers is
gonna hang at 10:00 in the morning.

Till then, I'm gonna
lock you all up together.

The guilty man talks,
the other two go free.

If there's no confession, that
probably means all three of you done it...

and you'll swing
together. It's up to you.

Get his boots.

You're gonna make sure
I die with them on, huh?

Well, I just don't want you
to catch your death of cold.

Go on over to Sue's and get some
breakfast. Ben and Sam will take over here.

Better have Sue's cook fix up
something for the prisoners too.

Now don't let anyone
in here unless I say so.

If one of them decides to talk,
then send for me right away.

Five after 8.

Naturally. It's only been five minutes
since you looked at it the last time.

They're rigging three
nooses out there, boys.

Maverick, I didn't do it. You
gotta understand. I didn't!

- Say that again, I'll kick in your teeth!
- It's true!

All right!

Saying it don't prove
it. I didn't, neither.

They're gonna hang you anyway.
Both. They're not fooling around.

- Gotta keep saying that?
- Till one of you breaks.

You keep playing it so innocent.

Ask me, I think it was you!

You sure ain't out of this.

One of them nooses
up there is for you!

- Maybe not.
- What do you mean?

Can't you boys get it
through your heads?

One hanging's
enough for one murder.

Yeah. So long as it ain't you.

I'm not confessing to
something I didn't do.

- Me neither.
- Odds are two to one, you don't have to.

One apiece.

High card confesses.

The other two go free?

Can you think of a
better way to work it out?

- All right then.
- Well, wait a minute.

You're drawing with us.

That's right.

Put them down.

You go first.

All right. A nine.
Put them back.

Deuce.

Tough luck, Maverick.

If you don't deserve it.

- Come on. Let's go get Bill King.
- Hold it, Hays.

Before you bring every
ear in camp down on us.

Well, no use letting it
lie there and rot, I guess.

I buried the old man's poke
at the foot of Bald Bill rock...

where a ledge juts out
into the... Into the bar.

After I stretch that rope, it's
yours if you want to keep it quiet.

You really done it, huh?

Nobody gets in.
Bill King said so.

Well, one of you
go find him then.

He ordered this
breakfast for them.

Open up! Open up!

Somebody go find Bill
King. Get us out of here!

Maverick's confessed.

Maverick's confessed!

Find Bill King, somebody!
Maverick's confessed!

Well, we won't have
to wait till 10 now.

- What are we waiting
for! Let's get it over with.

Jim!

Jim! They are all saying that Bart
confessed to killing the old man.

Bart? Confessed!

Well, we got our
killer all right, men.

That muttsy clubbed the old man
down right after he left the game.

I apologize to Joe and
Mike here for all of us.

Hey, what happened
to the old coot's poke?

- Yeah.
- Uh, Maverick won't say, but...

he'll change his mind when he
gets that rope around his neck.

Congratulations, boys.

For what?

I ain't shaking hands with a man that
would hang me for something I didn't do.

Let us in, King.

Search him.

I suppose you want
to search me too?

Five minutes. And you
watch yourself, Buckley.

You're clerk of the court now
and you got a lot of responsibilities.

You take care of your
responsibilities, judge.

I'll take care of mine.

Bart, tell me it
is all a mistake.

No, it's no mistake.

The old coot took all my cash, honey.
That's the only way I could get it back.

- Clubbed him down, eh?
- Think of a better way?

I could invent one.

Oh, you don't believe me.

Well, cheer up.
Everybody else does.

Including Sue.

You mean he did not do it?

Then why did you say you did?

Are you out of your mind?

Uh, how about a bit
of hot coffee, old girl?

Please?

Yes. I will bring some.

All right, Bart.
Now tell me why.

Every man in camp was at that
confounded meeting last night...

except Manning, Hays and me.
That means it was one of them.

You confessed to prove that?

If both of them were guilty, neither
of them would have confessed.

If one was innocent,
he sure wouldn't.

My dear fellow, Hays and Manning make
sense in this. It's you I'm worried about.

So was I.

But I broke the deadlock.

I talked them into a high card
draw and hoped I'd be lucky.

I wasn't.

But I had another
way out, just in case.

Well, I know we fell
into the ways of honest

labor, but there must
be easier ways out.

After the draw was over, I told them I did
it and where I'd buried Genessee's poke.

Now, one of them is gonna
believe me. The other one won't.

He'll disappear while
he still has a chance.

I say, would you
explain that to me?

The one that's innocent is
gonna go looking for gold.

The guilty one knows it isn't
there. So he'll clear out of camp fast.

You don't really think
that's going to work?

Why not? As soon as one
disappears, you tell Bill King why.

That clears me and
we'll all take off after him.

But the killer isn't going to be that
stupid, showing his hand like that.

Don't you see?
He'll know it's a trap.

I thought of that. Our
man was stupid enough

to kill the old boy
in the first place.

And there's nothing very
bright about Hays or Manning.

I played poker with
them and I know.

You've cut it too close. There's no time
there. You have less than an hour left.

All you have to
do is stall Bill King.

Tell him what I have
in mind if it'll help.

It's the whole camp. They set
a time. They won't back down.

Dandy, I've seen you sell
Confederate bonds to Yankee bankers!

And besides, the guilty man is probably
well on his way out of here by now.

- But if it doesn't work?
- It has to.

But if it doesn't?

Then you're gonna have to prove
just how good a friend you are.

Now, come on,
you're wasting time.

Is he going to
be all right, Jim?

He thinks so.

I wish you had come
back to my place last night.

You know what?

So do I.

They did not search me.

Perhaps if Buckley
could get a gun, I could...

Are you thinking
of suicide, maybe?

No, but you could
escape from here.

That would be suicide, Frenchy.

Well, you must do something.

Oh, I am.

What?

I'm fulfilling a
lifelong ambition.

Spending my last hour
on earth with a woman.

You better run along, I've
got some thinking to do.

You going somewheres?

You bet I am. I'm getting
out of here while I can.

What's the big hurry?

A man who's been accused
once is apt to be again.

I ain't sticking around to give
this camp another crack at me.

You won't go too
far now, will you?

Not so far as you can't
double back after dark

and pick up that poke
that Maverick's buried.

You want that
poke, you go get it.

I aim to. When it's safe.

Come here.

She's keeping an eye on
you like Buckley has on me.

Why?

Maverick's confession
has got to stand, don't it?

After that little game last night,
you know, he's pretty fast on his feet.

Buckley's got King to
postpone the hanging until noon.

No telling what else
he'll come up with.

If this camp gets the idea that you
or I are going to make a run for it...

I hadn't thought of that.

Yeah, we'd best sit tight until
Maverick's swinging nice and high.

I don't like just sitting here.

You won't have to wait long.

Got a bottle?

Oh, come on.

Still in Manning's tent, eh?

And they're going to stay there.

Drinking?

Drunk.

Sue, you'd better wait inside.

Jim, maybe if I talk to Bill
he will postpone it again, no?

Look at them.

He couldn't even if he wanted
to. They wouldn't let him.

I'm going with you, Jim.

No, you've done
everything you could.

I'm going with you.

Do what I told you.

I don't know what you're trying
to do, Buckley, but I don't like it.

You're not making
yourself quite clear, old boy.

I gave you more time because you promised
he'd admit what he did with the man's poke.

- He said he would.
- Yeah?

Half a dozen of us took turns
trying. And not one word out of him.

So help me, Buckley, if
I thought you and him...

Let's see what I can do. Alone.

Three minutes
Buckley. And that's it.

They made a break
for it, either of them?

They aren't going to.

One of them killed the old
man. He's got to show his hand.

Bart, it's not going to work.
They're in Manning's tent, drunk.

Are you going to
let them hang me?

Well, dear boy,
I can't stop them.

But that's just plain murder.

To them, it's justice.

Justice?

All right Jim. I got
myself into this so

it's up to me to get
myself out. Is that it?

I'm going to live
to regret this.

But probably not for long.

There's no bullets.

Well, you don't expect me to
hand you a gun with bullets in it.

They'd hang me too.

Well, it's not logical, but
it is you, Dandy. It is you.

That's gratitude for you.

All right, thanks, Jim. I guess
this is above and beyond the call.

There is one little
thing you can do for me.

King. King. Come on in
here, I'm ready to talk to you.

It's about time.
That tore him up, Bill.

All right, Mr. King you too, up.

Somebody slipped him a gun.

Uh, through the window.

You sure it was
through the window?

Come on, Buckley,
get alongside that door.

Come on, move.

Turn around, King.

I said turn around.

You're a pretty popular
man in this camp, Bill.

I'm going to see to it
you get me out of here.

There's nothing
I can do for you.

Oh, now, well, isn't
that just too bad?

Because if one of those boys so
much as makes a move for a gun...

won't be him I'll
shoot, it'll be you.

You understand me?

Get them to open up.

- Come on.
- Open up.

All right, tell them, Bill,
or you're a dead man.

Don't try nothing, boys.
He's got a gun on me.

Let him go. We'll get him later.

Drop those rifles.
Come on, drop them!

Turn around. Turn around,
Buckley. Come on, Bill, turn around.

All right, now back up.

Come on, hurry.

Untie those horses
and fan them out.

Come on, Buckley,
untie the horses. Move.

All right, now fan them.

Take out those rifles.
- Come on!

Don't let him get away!
- Come on, men.

Save your powder.

Saddle up and
we'll go after him.

Did he get away?

Not a trace of him.
How about the others?

We didn't do too good either.

We've been thinking
about you, Buckley.

Oh, something nice I hope.

Something not nice
at all. Mean in fact.

You got a handgun?

Of course.

A fancy one, ain't it?

Yes, my parents gave it
to me when I came west.

And you made a
present of it to Maverick.

Why, don't be silly, old boy.

Why, Ben and Sam searched me
thoroughly before I went anywhere near him.

Not the last time they didn't.

Now where is it?

Well, it's in my tent
in the case it came in.

Well, let's see it.

You don't take my word for it?

No.

All right, Bill.

You know the law for helping
a killer? What do they call it?

Accessory after the fact.

Well, the same thing holds good
here. So that gun better be there.

Go clear every
man out of the camp.

The grapevine will
be ahead of him.

They won't dare go
near another camp.

And they won't leave here for good
until they find the old man's poke.

That'll be someplace close.

Me and Mike will work the
creek from here to Bald Bill.

Uh, Bald Rock, Bill.

We'll get mounted men above
and below you as soon as we can.

And if you see anything, shoot.

Well, the camp's
yours until we get back.

Thanks for nothing.

Ah, come on now, Sue.

Bald Hill is a better camp than
some of them you've worked.

Well, it is not worse anyhow.

Do you think you will get him?

Yep.

And the old man's poke too.

You're sure, aren't you?

You kind of liked that
Maverick, didn't you?

He's a man.

He's a dangerous one now.

Any reason he might want
to try and sneak back in here?

I cannot think of one.

Well, just wanted to be sure.

You alone and all.

Merci, Bill. But I am not alone.

Sure.

The boys might appreciate some hot coffee
and something to eat when we get back.

All right. It will be here.

I will leave a lamp
burning if you are late.

That's a great way to earn a
long and happy life. Ha-ha-ha.

You'll never make a
good fugitive, Dandy.

When you take
cover, take real cover.

Well, they came
up on me a bit fast.

Yeah, I know. I've had to
dodge every time I turn around.

Looks like King's spreading
them out all around the creek.

And it looks like our
little ruse didn't fool them.

- Well, King recognized my gun.
- Ha, ha.

That's the wagers
of friendship, Jim.

What about my two former
cell mates, Hays and Manning?

They were with King
when he came after me.

- The both of them?
- Of course.

Have you seen
either of them since?

Well, and about everybody
else along the creek.

Yeah, they sure
turned out, didn't they?

Well, that's a manhunt for you.

It beats a hanging
by a mile. Ha, ha.

Get off your horse. We're
going to go find Hays or Manning.

Afoot?

Well, it's safer. With
that uproar going on

down there, we couldn't
pick a better time.

If either of them
is really innocent.

And actually believes the old man's
poke is where you said you buried it.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Hey, Bill.

- Anything stirring here boys?
- Not a sign.

Well, the creek looks clear
from here back to camp.

Better work back that way
after a while, just in case.

We're going to take
a turn downstream.

Well, how long you
want us to stay out, Bill?

Until we get
Maverick and Buckley.

They'll probably stay holed up until
after dark before they try to move.

It's clear now,
let's have a look.

We ain't going nowhere.
We got to play it safe.

Maverick said it's where the
ledge crops out into the bar.

Must be right at the
bottom of those big rocks.

Yeah, well, we'll
find out soon enough.

If we didn't disturb the look
of things, it'll be safe enough.

I like to do my digging
when I can do it in private.

The way I see it...

let the rest track Maverick
and Buckley down.

They was gonna hang us.

What do we owe this camp?

All I want to do is get my hands
on that poke and clear out of here.

That's just what I aim to do.

Yeah, well, look at that sun.

We wait until dark,
Maverick could slip past us.

Maybe you're right.

At least, you'll
shut up. Come on.

It's both of them.

There's that ledge
he was talking about.

Give me that stick.

Well, one of them could believe
that poke was buried there.

But not both, Jim. Not both.

Maybe one's putting
on for the other.

No, if one of them was guilty, he wouldn't
be plowing around in that gravel...

just to be putting on. He'd be bound
out of here as fast as he could go.

We're going back to camp.

Come on.

We've been took.
There's nothing here.

Yeah. I'm beginning
to agree with you.

Hey, Mike.

Wait.

This ain't a job for
you and me alone.

You follow them.
I'll go fetch Bill King.

What are you doing here?

It's time for supper, isn't it?

Bart, they will catch you
and they will hang you.

Both of you.

Every condemned man
deserves a good meal, Sue.

And yours are always the best.

But you were free.
Why take a risk like this?

Sentiment.

You do not feel I
have sentiment too?

Well, you have
been a mite friendly.

Well, then listen to what I say.

Please get out of
here while you can.

- Have a biscuit, old boy.
- Well, thank you, Dandy.

Have you ever been
on the run, Sue?

Many times, Bart.
Most of my life.

What has that to do with you?

Well, we thought you
might know what we wanted.

Like a place to hide.

Here? In my place?

This is pretty good
roast. What is it, buffalo?

No, bear. Why here?

Well, it was the safest
place we could think of. Heh.

Like your room there.

Bart, they will catch you. And
when they do, they will hang you.

When you tell them
you haven't seen us?

And they'll believe everything
you tell them. You know that, Sue.

No, it's too dangerous.

Funny thing about a hanging, isn't
it? It gets into your blood like a fever.

Bart, please.

Oh, this is the best bet, Sue.

Say, have you got any coffee?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Uh, pass the mustard,
old boy, would you please?

Yeah.

Bart, you do not
understand. I cannot help you.

Meaning you won't?

Won't or can't, what
is the difference?

I'm not sure I know
right this minute.

Well, maybe she's right,
Dandy. It'd be foolish.

They might hang her too.

Me?

Not a woman, Bart.

Well, three innocent
men, a woman.

What's the difference
once the fever's on?

Three innocent men?

Well, Mike Manning,
Joe Hays, me.

But everybody else
was at the meeting.

Not everybody, honey.

Just every man in camp.

I don't know what you are trying to
do. But you are not frightening me.

Nobody in camp
would dare touch me.

I had nothing to do with
the killing of the old man.

Didn't you, Sue?

Might we take a look
about that back room?

Yes. You should. Before
I throw you both out.

Would you mind unlocking that?

By Jove.

Bart.

I am sorry.

I didn't want it to
happen this way.

Neither did I.

Where did it all come from?

Not from making coffee or stuffing
white man's belly. You can be sure of that.

White man's belly?

Turn around.

Your eyes are like the eyes of
a dog. I do not wish to see them.

All right, Sue. If you're going to
kill me, that gives me some rights.

What did you mean, "white man"?

I think I'm already guessing.

No need to guess. I have
said it because I am not white.

You mean, you're not French?

Oh, yes, my father
was a French trapper.

But my mother is a
Sioux. An Oglala Sioux.

Now turn around.

The white men think we
have no sense of humor.

It is a joke that I
call myself Sue.

It is very funny, no?

Well, forgive me
if I don't laugh.

How much of that did you hear?

I heard enough.

- I can't believe it.
- Her an Indian.

I guess we owe
you boys an apology.

I hope you fellas
don't hold grudges.

I killed her.

No, you didn't.

You just creased
her forehead, Bill.

But she's still alive.

Thanks, Jim.

She's been saving these things
like she's saving scalps. Look here.

- Take a look at this.
- The old man's poke.

Look here.

Take a look at this.

The old man's poke. Look here.

Well, it looks like we're going
to have a hanging after all.

It would be a shame to
waste that nice new gallows.

Who are you trying to
hang this time, boys?

Her, of course.

Don't look so scared.
Nothing's going to happen to you.

- What do you mean?
- We're just going to hang her.

We don't let nobody get away
with murder. Not even a woman.

Did you say murder, Andy?

I thought you were just being playful
when you killed that Indian last week.

I didn't realize it was murder.

You got an awful short memory. She was
going to sit still and let them hang us.

Don't lose sight of the fact
she was about to shoot you.

I'd feel real upset
about that too, boys, if

I could just forget
we're in the Black Hills.

You didn't invite any of us up
here, did you, by any chance?

She's no Indian. She's French.

I don't think she'd agree with you.
She seems to favor her mother's people.

That's just another good
reason for hanging her.

I feel real strong
about it, boys.

That nice new gallows is just
too good to waste on an Indian.

It ought to be reserved
for white men only.

She feels good enough in the
morning, we'll just run her out of camp.

With all due style
and formality.

She did one kill we know
about. And maybe some we don't.

That's right.

Nobody gets away with murder.

Well, you said that
before, Andy, remember?

But it seems old Genessee
Jones, he got away with murder.

He was just telling Sue last night he
killed two Indians on the way down here.

- But that ain't murder!
- Shut up, all of you.

I don't like saying it,
but Maverick's right.

This is Sioux country.
Her country, not ours.

When she's ready
to leave, she leaves.

We'll warn the other camps
about her, but we'll do nothing else.

You coming, Jim?

Well, um... I, um...

Uh, I think we'd better let
somebody else give the loot back.

You unhappy, Jim, about
leaving all that stuff behind?

Not at all, Bart.

Somebody once said
money isn't everything.

I can't imagine who
it could have been.