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You're officer material, Maverick.

Gentlemen, I give you a toast to the
bravest man I've ever met.

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Do you have any realization, Maverick,
of the costs involved in rescuing your

person?

Planning on sending me a bill, Colonel?
I wouldn't have been out here alone if

you hadn't booted me off the post.

You know the regulations regarding
gambling on government property?

Don't win.

All the same, I owe you my thanks for
happening along when you did. I never

happened to be anywhere.

I've been ordered north on a matter of
gravest government concern.

You have caused me needless delay en
route.

Needless?

I found Mr. Maverick's horse, Colonel.

Thanks.

Well, Colonel, I'll be moving on.

The only place you'll be moving is with
us.

I'm taking you into protective custody.

I refuse to permit you to engage these
hostiles again.

But I was heading for St. Louis.

My orders read for Dakota City.

It's near the Canadian border. Your
geography is correct.

I was there last year. There's not a
poker game in town.

Is that all you do, loiter around
gambling houses?

Home is where the heart is.

All right, let's move out, men.

That's an order!

the pot and the deal, huh, boys?

Cooper!

Your button's undone. Put yourself on
report.

It's an order.

Colonel, sir, your tent is ready.

Someone marry. It's an order.

Yes, sir.

Are these your cards, Sergeant?

That's right.

Why bother to deal them face down? Why
not face up?

Are you daffy?

We'd all know what the other had in his
hand.

Then we'd be even with you.

Are you accusing me of something?

The three of clubs?

The jack of diamonds?

The nine of spades? Not much of a hatch
like a one.

Readers!

How did I know they were marked? I got
them secondhand.

Nobody ever accused me of cheating
before.

Well, maybe nobody ever caught you
before.

Now, now, now, hold it, Sergeant. I'm in
protective custody.

Now, you can't damage me. I'm government
property. I'm making you obsolete.

I don't like to interfere in a personal
quarrel, Mr. Maverick. You go right

ahead. But the colonel wants to see you.

Attention!

That's an order!

The colonel is waiting.

Lead on, Macduff. My name's Orson.

Orson Holt.

You sent for me, colonel?

That's why you're here, isn't it?

We arrive at the fort tomorrow,
Maverick.

You're free to go. In fact, I insist you
do go. You can stay in Dakota City.

I won't be staying long. It's a dead
town.

Oh. You might change your mind. Tell me,
have you ever gambled with Irishmen?

Colonel, I've gambled with every
nationality in the world, including the

Why? Oh, nothing at all.

You're dismissed.

Yes, my Incapitan.

What are you so jumpy about?

You know what we've got in those wagons.

If that colonel of yours found out,
we... Now, you let me do the worrying.

just deliver the goods tomorrow and your
part will be over.

When's the payoff?

As soon as I get it from the Irishman.

Beats me what they want those for.

What do you care?

We're making a fat profit, aren't we?

I'll draw you a map of where the barn
is.

It isn't possible.

You mean to tell me the hotel is filled?

All...

This day we must part.

It may be for years.

mean it's the minstrel boy.

Irish songs.

Well, they ain't fandangos.

A week ago, this hotel was almost empty.

Let's see, we had a Anderson, a Perkins,
a couple of Smiths, a Swenson, and

a corset salesman from Scranton. But
things are different now.

We've got Shanahan, Callahan, Hannah C.
Rourke, Murphy Malone.

What did you say about Irishmen? What
are they all doing here?

It's sort of an odd place for a
convention, isn't it?

Yeah. I asked a few of them about it,
but they're kind of closed -mouthed.

Irishmen? These are.

Except when they're singing Kathleen
Maverneen.

Maverneen. No, this is not solving my
problem.

There must be some place to sleep.

There is.

If you like the great outdoors.

You're the night clerk here.

All night, every night.

And you live at the hotel.

You could call it that.

Then you have a room you need during the
day, but not at night. And I need a

room during the night, but not in the
day.

And you make five dollars for not
sleeping on the job.

You have a deal.

Room 22, but you've got to be out by 8 o
'clock when I go off duty.

That's the middle of the night. Take it
or leave it.

I'll take it.

Uh, Miss... Maverick.

Oh, Maverick! Oh, Maverick!

Please, then you must be one of us, me
lad.

And what else would I be?

The names?

Terence Fogarty, Mr O'Maverick.

Mr Fogarty, would you be inclined to
take a fling at the poker table?

The mention of the game fills me with
enthusiasm.

But me dry throat, it's just screeching
for a little Irish balm.

Would you join me in it?

Gentlemen, let me introduce a late
arrival to our little party.

Mr O'Maverick, meet...

Sean Flaherty.

O'Maverick.

Mike O 'Connell.

Mr. O 'Connell.

Welcome. And Charles Donovan. Mr.
Donovan.

What county would you be from, Mr.
O'Maverick?

Cork. County Cork.

Ah, charming little spot indeed.

Uncle Terence, don't be imbibing too
much of that Irish do now.

Now, get along with you, dear.

Never was there a time when I couldn't
hold me whiskey.

Never was there a time when I had the
pleasure of setting me eyes on so pretty

collie. I'm Beaum... Oh, Maverick.

My niece, dearly Fogarty.

A fine, lovely blossom, Mr. Maverick.

Sure, and I'd have to be standing ear
-deep in the bog of Allen on a foggy day

not to see that, Mr. Fogarty.

Oh, stop that blarney now.

I'd be most happy to shake your hand,
Mr. O'Maverick.

He's a fine big lad, isn't he? He'll
come in handy when the time comes for us

twist the tail of the British lion, eh?

A toast to that, Fogarty. Oh, Maverick,
this Flaherty's private stock from

Ireland. Not like that domestic stuff.

To a kink in the lion's tail.

I'm pleased to have made your
acquaintance, Mr. O'Maverick.

Thank you.

She's a fine colleague.

And a credit to the cause.

And we'll drink to that. Yes, drink.

To Deirdre.

A fine colleague.

You've never tasted better than that
now, have you?

It's the smugdest I've ever drank.

Do you think we could start that game of
poker now?

Gentlemen, I prevailed upon Miss Fogarty
to dance for us. Mike, take up the

cart.

Drink of water.

Be good, alas. Sure in faith now.

That was a darling dance.

A darling dance.

And who might you be now?

Kelly's the name.

At your service.

Kelly?

Mr. Hunter, that man at the bar over
there, I think he's an imposter.

A spy from the army.

What makes you think so, Deidre? Well,
he says his name is Kelly, but his

initial is an H.

And he's got the worst stage Irish
accent I've ever heard. A spy, is it?

the loud crush is hidden. We have no
real proof he's a spy.

Whether he's not an Irishman.

Well, if it's proof you're wanting...

What's the big idea? What did I ever do
to you?

Oh, you've been spying on it. Hey, take
it easy, fellas. Wait a minute. Listen,

I was just following orders.

Not fair.

Defeating them one at a time, aren't
they?

That's true.

Handsome than any Kelly I ever met.

I quite agree.

That should be a lesson to everyone.
Trying to pass himself off as an

He must have been an army spy.

Wouldn't the army pay a pretty penny to
know what we're up to?

They'll find out, all right, when it's
too late.

And now for some uninterrupted poker.

And what will you be doing, Mr.
Flaherty?

I'll open.

Pokerty?

Oh, I'll match it.

And I'll offer to read it.

How about you, O'Maverick?

A yin or a yelp?

O'Maverick?

A yelp.

Mr. Kramer, would you be good enough to
give me the key to Mr. O'Maverick's

room, please?

Mr. O'Maverick's key, please.

What for?

He's not a well man.

22, what's wrong with him?

Something he ate, I believe.

Going my way?

So you learned nothing.

They were on to me before I was scarcely
in the place, sir.

We've got to find out what they're up
to.

Sir? You may speak.

That Maverick fellow, Colonel, he might
be able to tell you something.

I saw him there.

Thick as thieves with him.

Oh, he might be some use at that.

Orderly, summon Maverick right away.
Carry out the maneuvers so you won't be

observed. That's an order? Yes, sir.

Wake up.

Tell me, Colonel Summers wants to see
you.

Huh?

Colonel Summers wants to see you.

Summers wants to see me?

In bed, sir.

In bed?

This early?

I'm not well.

Dismissed. That's an order.

I suppose you've discovered the town is
full of Irishmen?

The hard way.

Have you learned anything from them?

No words to Kathleen Mavone?

No, no. I mean, what are they doing in
town?

I don't know. A convention of some kind.

It's no convention.

It's just a front.

Those fellows are the Fenians.

Fenians? Also called the Irish
Revolutionary Brotherhood.

They've assembled here from all over the
United States.

Most of them are trained soldiers who
fought in the Civil War.

You seem to know a lot more about them
than I do. You tell me what they're up

to. That's what I don't know.

The Fenians have one vow.

To gain freedom for Ireland from the
English crown.

That's the trouble. The British
government has gotten wind of this.

Put pressure on our State Department to
break it up.

Why don't you?

There's no law against a peaceful
gathering in this country.

It's my belief they don't intend to
remain peaceful for long.

There's not much they can do to harm
England from here.

Maverick, I want you to find out what
those Irishmen are up to.

You seem to be on good terms with them.

Oh, no, you don't. I happen to like
those people. There's no reason why I

spy on them. Oh, yes, there is.

What?

About 90 days in the guardhouse for,
let's see, misuse of government funds,

trespassing on military property,
inciting a riot.

Those charges are false and you know it
maybe so but if I take a court -martial

90 days to convene All right, what do
you want me to do I

knew your patriotism would come through

Satisfied? I am.

That's all we were waiting for. Come on,
Joe.

What are you fellas planning on doing
with these guns and ammunition?

How did you get that black eye?

Poking it into other people's business?

A cheap tin horn named Maverick hit me
when I wasn't looking.

You mean Mr. O'Maverick?

No, I mean Maverick.

He's no more Irish than I am.

I can't believe it.

I don't myself.

But Mr. Hunter said we had to check on
him.

Well, that we do.

But I haven't yet figured out how we go
about it.

This worked once.

What in the name of the blessed saints
do you have to do?

Oh, I thought you were somebody else.

Well, you sort of put your foot in it,
didn't you?

What did that prove?

Well, I'm not through with him yet,
Uncle Terence.

I've a better idea.

Get along with you, lass.

How could a slip of a girl like you get
information out of Mr. O'Maverick?

I'll show you.

Tonight.

And when you want to gain power over a
man, Uncle Terence, you have to play on

all his foolish senses.

I read it in a novel.

And then you scent the room with
romantic perfume to make him feel giddy.

foolishness. What if he becomes too
romantic?

Why, then you have champagne to addle
his brain.

Bubble water, sure.

And lovely music, of course.

Now, I'll take an Irish jig.

Soft lights.

Always arrange it so that the man looks
up to you.

Oh, you best be leaving now, Uncle
Terence.

Mr. O'Mabbock will be here any second.

I'll be in my room.

Don't you be needing any help. Just
scream.

Come in.

Do come in, Mr.

O'Maverick. Well, now, Miss Fogarty, you
sent for me. It is honored I am.

I wanted to talk to you.

I beg your pardon?

I wanted to talk to you, Mr.

O'Maverick.

Sure is a noisy thing, isn't it? Well, I
suppose if you want to talk, this is

the way to do it.

Forgive me.

Won't you sit down beside me?

Thank you, no, I'm not tired.

Would you like some champagne?

No champagne, thank you. I've been
having the heartburn.

Well, what kind of man are you?

You don't like perfume and you don't
like music and you don't like champagne.

You must be English.

No, it's just that I don't understand
the gracious living.

You don't understand women!

Oh, on the contrary. Now, let's be
honest.

You didn't fix this all up with the
champagne and the music and the perfume

so we could talk.

You're up to something. What is it?

You! You! Get out of here!

Yes, well... Get out!

You went about this all wrong.

I don't know what it is you want, but
you overdid it a wee bit.

I did?

That you did.

Here, I'll show you.

First, too much music.

Too much perfume.

Too much light.

I am dying with impatience. Tell me,
tell me that.

Did you learn anything?

I'm afraid it won't do you any good.

Oh, come, Deirdre. Don't be playing
games with your old uncle.

He's a maverick as spire, isn't he?

I'm sorry, Uncle Taron.

I wasn't able to find out.

I knew I shouldn't let you talk me into
this.

Now I'll have to find out in my own way.

Oh, you're not going to harm him, are
you?

Of course not.

You know, I like the young rogue.

But there's one thing I know about him.

He can't hold his whiskey.

It's kind of easy to sit up and play
cribbage with an old man.

Let's have a wee drink, eh?

Yes, lad.

Oh, you don't, that little... Two
Irishmen, I know you are.

Now, now I know you're drunk.

I can see two of you.

Mr. Fogarty, tell me, why did you want
to get me drunk?

Because Sergeant Hanson told Patsy
Conter...

You aren't a real Irish man at all.

Sergeant Hanson, huh? Hobjoy Hanson?
Yes, he named the soldiers the guns.

The guns?

We have to have guns, don't we?

We can't march into Canada without guns,
can we?

Mr. Fogarty, sure, and I think it's time
we had a little discussion.

A discussion?

Oh,

Mr. Hunter.

Where's your Uncle Terence?

In Mr. O'Maverick's room, getting him
drunk.

Smart move.

Who's getting who drunk?

Over the housetops.

Over the housetops.

Island sober is island free.

Lass, you'd better look after your
uncle.

Maverick's got clean away. We've got to
catch him before he gets to the fort.

He's a spy, all right, or he wouldn't
have run.

Your uncle probably told him everything.

Donovan!

I heard something here.

This is what you heard.

Help!

We caught the dirty spy.

You can't be hitting an unconscious man
now. Why not?

It's more humane, isn't it? We don't
have the time. Let's get him over to the

shack. The question is, did we get him
before or after we got to the fort?

10th time, Maverick.

What did Terence Fogarty tell you?

And did you get to the fort with him?

We have no hate to hurt you, lad, but we
must know.

Yes, but one thing to do with the spy,
shoot him.

There's no other course, but it'll be
done at dawn, properly, with a fighting

squad. A firing squad?

You can't put me in front of a firing
squad. I'm an American citizen, just

you are. Firing squad it'll have to be,
unless, of course, you care to tell us

what you told the army.

I'll get the man.

Shh.

Not so loud.

The miserable spy in there might hear
us.

When do we move?

Tomorrow night.

We'll distribute the guns at midnight
and be in Canada before dawn. I'd give a

quart of whiskey to know how much
Maverick's told him. It could make a

difference in our plans.

Maybe we'll find out in the morning when
he faces the firing squad.

He'll talk all right. Looks like the
kind that'd squeal his head off at the

sight of a gun.

But you're not really going to shoot
him.

Well, we won't go that far. We can't
hurt a fellow American, but we can

him enough to make him talk.

Now, I tell you what we'll do. We'll
take him up to where the guns are

issue rifles to a fighting squad, but
we'll use blank cartridges.

Don't shoot him. Just scare him to
death.

Sure, and I want to be a part of that
firing squad, Mr. Hunter.

I want to see him shivering and quaking
in his boots when he faces those rifles.

I'm sure it will be a sight to gladden
our hearts.

Well, we best get back to the hotel.

Hang on to your hat, Colonel.

You're going to feel like a ring -tailed
boob.

I, Mr. Maverick, will never feel like a
ring -tailed boob. I'm an officer. But I

take it you've managed to discover
something.

Mm -hmm, everything.

You know you couldn't figure out how the
Athenians could possibly do any harm to

the British from here.

It would be difficult with England
halfway around the globe. Oh, no,

You just try a half -hour march, three
miles from here.

Last time I looked at a map, it was part
of the British Empire.

But those fellows could never take an
area as vast as that.

They don't intend to. They figure that a
few hundred amphenians in a sneak

attack could move in and hold a good
slice of it.

What would they gain?

That is the beauty of the scheme.

If they could get a foothold in Canada,
they would exchange it for Ireland's

freedom.

I'll be a ring -tailed bull.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Maverick, if those Fenian fellas are
able to implement this harebrained

it can lead to only one thing.

War between the United States and Great
Britain.

You can't do anything about it at the
moment, Colonel. Until they break out

guns and make their move, your hands are
tied.

You can't prove they plan to attack
Canada, not on my word alone.

That's it, and I'll confiscate their
guns. That'll pull their teeth. Where

they hiding them? That I don't know, but
I might suggest you call Sergeant

Hanson in here.

Mr. Maverick, I have no time for
sergeants.

You'd better find time for this one,
Colonel.

Sergeant Hanson is the one who sold the
Fenians their guns, and he knows where

they're hiding them.

I don't believe it.

Ask him.

Sergeant! It's on the alarm!

Bring Sergeant Hanson to me immediately.

That's an order!

Sergeant Hanson?

Sergeant Hanson?

Sergeant Hanson!

Colonel, sir?

Yes.

The train Hanson got away, sir. Some of
the men saw him going over the wall.

Then it's true.

And if they plan to attack Canada
tomorrow night, I haven't got a chance.

There are a hundred barons in this area.
I haven't time to search them all.

This means war.

And I'm powerless!

If I only knew where those guns were
hidden. That's all, orderly.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, there is a way.

There is?

Yes.

They, uh... They plan to execute me in
the morning at a place

where they've hidden the guns now.

I don't think they know I've escaped.
I'll go back to the hut where they

me up.

They'll come and get me in the morning.

You, uh... You have men posted around.

They'll hear the volley from the firing
squad.

Then you move in and confiscate the
guns.

do this?

If I didn't, I couldn't ever live with
myself again.

Maverick, I've misjudged you.

I thought you were a wastrel, a gambler
of no good.

Under this veneer, I can see there beats
a heart that's true blue.

You're officer material, Maverick.

toast to the bravest man I've ever met.

Your name will go down in history, side
by side with that of Nathan Hales.

And rest assured that the volley from
that firing squad will be heard by us.

You will not have died in vain.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

You've all been briefed. We're faking
this execution in order to make Maverick

talk. So act as grim as you can.

Come and get your rifles.

Here.

What are you doing here?

The colonel's wise. He knows I sold you
them rifles. You're going to have to

hide me.

Well, all right.

But stay out of our way.

a little party for the tin horn, eh?

Will not hurt him.

Just scare him a bit.

needlessly foolish, lad.

Do you have a smoke?

Now, let us know what the military
knows, and we'll spare your life.

My lips are sealed.

Then we must proceed.

According to military protocol, Mr.
Maverick, do you have any last wishes?

Yes.

Don't you?

Dieter is waiting on the other side of
that rock.

Assume position.

At the ready.

Just like a woman.

When things are getting interesting, you
want to talk.

He's not going to talk.

Let's call it off.

Might as well scare him a bit.

Six o 'clock.

Traditional time for executions.

At the ready.

Day, what have we done?

Saints be praised, he's only fainted.

Forward, ho!

Lieutenant, take these men over to the
others.

Gentlemen, we've broken the back of the
Mad Fenian scheme, all due to this brave

chap here who gave his all.

I intend to see personally that he
receives a full military funeral.

No expense shall be spared.

Now to the business at hand.

If you want to stay alive, Colonel,
don't move a muscle.

You're going with me as a hostage. Now
you tell the officers not to follow you

here.

I've never taken orders from a sergeant,
and I never will.

If Maverick can die for a cause, so can
I.

Captain, put that man under arrest.
That's an order!

I thought you were dead.

So did I.

About the funeral, Colonel, with no
expenses spared.

Could I just have the cash instead?

Take this to the sergeant major.

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, it's your deal. You send for
me.

So I did.

It's been three months since I saw you
last in Dakota City.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Must you always play the buffoon,
Maverick? One of us has to, and you're

dressed for it.

I'll get to the reason I asked you here.

Since I successfully quelled the mad
Fenian scheme to attack Canada... Oh, by

yourself?

I was speaking merely as the leader.

As a matter of fact, in my report to
Washington, I mentioned the part you

in foiling the Irishman.

Well, thank you.

The State Department was so elated over
the affair, they prepared a letter of

accommodation.

For you.

My private and confidential secretary
will get it. She must be down in the

Excuse me.

What on earth are you doing here in the
colonel's office?

Didn't I point out to you in Dakota City
you are not cut out to be a spy?

Well, I had to hide under the desk,
Maverick.

I saw you coming down the hall, and I
didn't want you to recognize me in front

of Colonel Summers.

Well, I should think not indeed.

Come on, I've got to get you out of
here. The colonel's on his way back.

this?

Maverick, will you please take your hand
from my secretary?

Secretary? I'm sorry, my dear, if this
man has been offending you, but you must

forgive him.

He's not an officer.

It's all right, Colonel Summers. Would
you unlock the secret cabinet and get me

the file on the Fenian activities? It's
in the bottom drawer, the one marked

closed. Certainly.

Did you say the Fenian activities are
closed?

Of course they're closed.

You don't think those Irishmen would try
to put anything over on me again, do

you?

The great dawn is breaking.

The horn of the hunter is heard on

the hill.

We'll be right

back.

Thank you.