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You can press charges when we get back
to Fort Distress. What makes you think

I'm going back there?

This makes me think you're going to go
back there.

And when you get back there, you're
going to explain how you smuggled that

Indian girl under the post, how you were
selling illegal whiskey. Then you're

going to spend the rest of your life in
the penitentiary, Luther.

I think maybe I'm going to spend the
rest of my life right here, Maverick.

You too.

What?

Look behind you.

Oh, no, you don't, Luther.

That look behind you routine went out
with the French -Indian War.

Just the same.

You better look behind you.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Is something wrong, sir?

Awfully quiet is all.

Better fire a couple around to let them
know we're coming in.

Forward!

Sergeant, try the gate.

It's borrowed, sir.

Funny there ain't no enemy dead out
here.

Not so funny, Sergeant.

That's an Apache arrow.

After a battle, Apaches always carry
their dead back to the village.

At least, I hope, back to the village.

You think they still might be inside,
sir?

I don't know.

Oh, there ain't no Apaches in there,
Lieutenant.

If any fort was ever engine proof, it's
Fort Distress.

Just the same, we'd better have a man
scale the wall. I'll do it myself.

Give me a hand.

Sergeant. This engine proof, Sergeant?

Lieutenant, there's one over there
alive.

A civilian?

He must have opened the gate and then
keeled over.

What's this he's got in his hand?

What happened to your man?

This happened.

Just a cheap, peddler's necklace nobody
paid two bits for.

For every tooth on that necklace, a
hundred people were to die.

Five days back, or was it five years,

my horse broke his leg in Salido Canyon.

There was about 120 in the shade.

Only there wasn't any shade.

The water was running low.

I figured things couldn't get any worse.

How wrong can you be?

Am I ever glad to see you?

Are you?

Hey, wait a minute!

Oh, no!

Now, you ain't got no call to shoot at a
poor old man.

You got my saddle on the back of your
rig.

Yours?

Can you prove it's yours?

Now, listen, partner, you know as well
as I do you picked that up back there

where I left it off on the trail.

Well, he's got my initials on it now. LC
stands for Luther Cannonball. That

makes him mine.

Tell you what.

We'll forget all about the saddle. No
argument.

You just give me a lift to Fort
Distress.

Can't. Too much of a load already.

Now, wait a minute.

You just can't leave me out here to
wander around in the sun.

Can't I?

Hey!

Now, will you hit a weak old man now?

It's way safer than hitting a strong
young one.

Now do I get that rider, don't I?

Well, all right, all right, all right.

But it'll cost you $10.

Well, a Luther Cannon boy ain't running
no free freight service, you know.

All right, you got yourself a deal.

Whoa.

There's a lot of water in this here
canteen. You're thirsty. You just go

and take a drink.

Thanks.

That'll cost you a dollar a swallow.

You know what, Luther?

You're lovable, that's what.

You're downright lovable. Yeah, yeah.
Well, Luther Cannon, boy, ain't business

for his health now.

Start keeping score.

Well, thanks, Mr.

Cannonball.

Well, just don't stand there, young
fella. Ain't you gonna help a poor old

down? You know, someday you're gonna
wither away and die.

Well, what are you carrying this time?
Stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Well, the kind of stuff you fellas can't
buy at the Suttler store.

Yes, sir. Old Luther Cannonball is a
soldier's friend.

Oh, sure he is. And always at a nice,
fat profit. That's no way to talk, boy.

You want me to take my merchandise on to
the next post?

You might as well, because you'll never
get it past Captain Score, and he's the

officer of the day.

Your name?

Bart Maverick.

What's the purpose of your visit here at
Fort Distress?

Just passing through, Captain.

Destination?

St. Louis.

Well, you just leave it to old Luther
Cannonball to deal with Captain Score.

Captain?

Hey, hey, Captain Score.

Captain, sir, you're...

This man here has some information the
commandant be mighty interested in. All

in good time. Now, wait a minute, sir.
He found Indian sign less than 20 miles

away from the fort.

Is that right? Yes, sir. Apache war
sign.

Come with me right away.

The commandant was Major John Redinger,
a man I'd known and admired for many

years. Here, bud.

Thanks, John.

Now, where was it your horse broke its
leg?

Salido Canyon.

It was right after that that I found the
food cache.

How long would you say I've been there?

Three or four days at the most.

That real Apache bread.

He's sure of it. That means they're
planning provisions for roving war

They do the same for a hunting
expedition, Captain.

In Salido Canyon, there ain't nothing to
hunt there but rattlesnakes.

There isn't anything to hunt there but
rattlesnakes, sir.

Nevertheless, we'd be foolish to move
against them unless we had additional

proof that they meant to break the
treaty.

Would you rather they come after us,
Major?

I'm still making the decisions at the
fort, Captain.

Tell me, Bart, how do you expect to get
to St. Louis without a horse?

Well, I was hoping to buy one from the
military.

We're a little short of mounts
ourselves.

Might be able to help you out when
replacements arrive next month.

A month?

Edith.

Bart. Hello, Edith. Good to see you. How
are you?

Meantime, Edith and I'd be very happy if
you'd stay on with us as our special

guest. That's very hospitable of you.
Thank you.

Oh, too hospitable, I'm afraid.

John forgets that we have a friend
coming to visit us starting tomorrow.

well, since we only have one guest
room... I understand perfectly.

Sorry. I'm sure one of our other
officers would be glad to put you up.

Do you agree, Captain?

Hmm? I was saying that I feel certain
one of our other officers would be

courteous enough to extend an invitation
to Mr. Maverick.

Oh, yes, yes. You must stay with my wife
and myself.

I wouldn't want to put you in any
bother, Captain.

Oh, it's no bother. My wife loves
company.

As a matter of fact, she comes from one
of the grandest and oldest families in

New Orleans.

And you know how hospitable they are.
They just don't come any more

No, I won't take no for an answer. You
come with me. I got your stuff.

Angel! The captain took me home and
introduced me to his wife.

But the situation was hardly the kind
that makes a house guest feel at home.

You see, I had been introduced to the
lady before.

How do you do? You make yourself at
home. I've got some work to do. I'll see

later.

Thank you.

It's a small world.

Oh, I guess I always knew that one day
I'd run into a member of the I Knew

Angelique Club.

Well, I'd heard you were married, Angel,
but nobody mentioned he was an officer.

Paul won a battlefield commission four
years ago.

He's been climbing ever since.

What's this I hear about your proud old
New Orleans family?

That's Paul's idea, not mine.

He thinks that the pink tambourine isn't
a proper finishing school for an

officer's lady.

Pink tambourine. Oh, that was someplace,
wasn't it?

You know, I'm still mad at the police
for closing that up.

Oh, it was lively, all right.

Oh, it was plenty lively.

Hey, Angel, you remember that sailor you
hit over the head with a whiskey

bottle? Well, it was his own fault for
pinching me like that.

No, no, no. I bumped into him the day
after he got out of the hospital.

He said, well, it was worth it.

Oh, Paul says that ladies shouldn't
giggle.

You read it in an etiquette book
someplace.

Can't be the same one I read. I kind of
like to hear you laugh.

Oh, and you know you always had a way of
making me do it.

Oh, Bart.

Bart, your being here is going to be
something of a problem.

Wouldn't it be easier just to tell your
husband I'm an old friend who knows how

to keep his mouth shut?

Why not?

Because you are an old friend.

Paul thinks that anyone who knows about
me is a threat to his career.

He'd make it rough on you.

Well, I'd be willing to take my chances.

No, no, you don't know Paul.

He's bound and determined to pass me off
as a lady no matter what.

Oh, come on. You must be famished. Sit
down. I'll fix you something to eat.

Thanks, Angel.

Treating Angel as a lady was a cinch.

She was a lady. A natural one.

And a good cook to boo.

But the more she told me about her life
with Captain Score and his obsession

that she live a lie, the more my stomach
began to churn.

So at the first chance, I excused myself
to get a breath of fresh air.

Something I can do for you? I'm in the
market for a horse.

Who ate?

I had a mule and anything to get me out
of here.

Mister, it's this far out.

Nothing can be bought with four legs.

I see.

As long as I seem to be stuck, might as
well make the best of it.

Where do I find the action, corporal?

Well, now, just what kind of action
would you be wanting, mister?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Gambling ain't allowed on the post.

As far as I know, it's not allowed on
any post.

But I've yet to be on one where the men
don't have a poker game going somewhere,

usually in the settler's store.

Well, on this post, we observe the
rules.

Oh, that soldier standing out there is
just enjoying the scenery, huh?

That he is. And that whistle he gave
wasn't a signal to hide the evidence?

No, no, no, no.

Oh.

Well, in that case... Oh, what are
these?

Well, search me what them are.

Uh, would you be knowing, settler?

Uh...

It appears to me like pieces of some
kind of thick paper.

That's right. They're called cards.

My old pappy used to say you could tell
fortunes or make fortunes with them.

So unless one of you gentlemen is a
gypsy, why don't we play poker?

Are there any other questions?

Yes.

Yes. There certainly is.

Just how long will it take you now to
make a report about this to your friend

Captain Score?

My friend?

I hardly know the man.

You hardly know him? Do you hear that,
boys? He hardly knows him.

Well, man, you're quartered with him.

That's why all the caution, eh?

Corporal, it's true I'm staying in
Captain Score's quarters, but not by

The reason I'm in such a hurry to buy a
horse to get out of here is because my

host gives me a large pain in the small
of my back.

Ah.

Well, what do you think, Sutter?

Well, if you ask me, anybody that don't
like Captain Score couldn't be all bad.

Thanks.

Come on, boys. Let's continue on with
the game. Bring me a chair.

Corporal Sean Cassidy.

Maverick. Bart Maverick. Nice to meet
you.

Well, what are we going to play for,
gentlemen?

Well, let's start off for 50 cents.

Hell on horseback. Beat it.

What's going on around here?

Hell on horseback is their name for
Brigadier General Bassington.

And it fits him to a tee as far as I'm
concerned.

Here, let me help you.

You're all right.

He wasn't due here until tomorrow.

But that's typical of him, to arrive
early and put a surprise inspection.

He'll do over this place with a fine
-tooth comb.

You're a civilian. He shouldn't be able
to bother you.

That don't make no difference to hell
-old horseback, civilian or soldier.

Anybody on this post is fair game for
one of his inspections.

you're going? About as far away from
here as I can get. Not right now, you're

not. Those gates stay closed till after
inspection.

Orders by old hell on a horseback
himself.

You think that that man had nothing
better to do than to stir up trouble

poor old Luther Tannenbaum?

Oh, that's right. You have run up
against the general before, haven't you?

and I decided I'd send you the whole
outfit. The horses, the wagon, the

No, all I want is one month.

Well, all or nothing, then. Since I'm in
such a charitable mood, it'll only cost

you $2 ,000.

I don't know how to thank you, Luther.

So I won't.

$1 ,500.

You got 30 seconds to meet my price.

See, I might go to 16.

You might go to 2 ,000.

Right now.

Hey, Cannonball, get this wagon off the
parade ground.

We got an inspection in two minutes.

Boy, it ain't my wagon no more.

No, no, sir. Is it, Mr. Maverick?

No. You heard me, mister. You've got two
minutes.

All right.

You started out to be real lovable,
Luther.

Now every minute that goes by, I grow
more and more fond of you.

Would you mind telling me how you
figured my bankroll so close? Luther

Cannonball was born knowing things like
that.

Well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll
just flip you double or nothing.

I don't like them odds.

They're too even.

Well, go on. Take it away, Maverick.
It's all yours now. Go on.

Thanks.

$2 ,000 for a couple of overage horses
and a beat -up wagon.

There's no question about it. Us
mavericks are pretty shrewd bargainers.

Well, my next move was to see what kind
of goodies Luther Cannon bought unloaded

on me.

Item one.

A seedy -looking necklace made of some
kind of animal teeth.

In a matter of days, it would bring
havoc and death to the Southwest.

But at the time, it meant absolutely
nothing to my not -so -young life.

Item two, furs.

Scarred, moth -eaten, worthless.

Oh, but under item two is item three,
whiskey. Worth a lot of money when sold

illegally to soldiers.

Also worth 20 years in the stockade if
found in my possession.

But it was item four that really buckled
my knee.

Hey, who are you?

Don't you speak English?

You got it?

There was one thing worse than smuggling
whiskey into a military post.

Smuggling an unauthorized Indian.

If the Apache girl were discovered, and
if it came out that she had arrived in a

wagon presently owned by you -know -who,
well, I hated to think how General

Bassington might take it.

You got anything to say for yourself?

No, General.

I, on the other hand, have a great deal
to say.

Look at that dirt. Just look at it.

If you want to maintain a store in a
military installation, it will have to

clean store, not a pig pen.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Please.

Me. Friend.

Friend.

This is an Indian girl.

Yeah, an Apache, I think.

What's she doing on the post?

Search me. I just sort of found her.

Why did you bring her here?

I figured the Commandant's personal
quarters would be about the safest place

keep her from General Bassington's
inspection. No, no.

Please, me, friend.

Oh, Bart.

Bart, you certainly can't expect me to
hide this. Oh, yes, I do. For John's

sake.

I don't understand.

Edith, you know as well as I do, armory
regulations hold the commandant

responsible for every single thing that
goes on at the fort. Yes, yes, I know.

No matter where the girl came from,
John's going to get his share of the

if she's discovered.

Oh, no.

No, Bart.

You've got to take her away from here at
once.

But I told you the truth.

Yes, I know. That's why you've got to
take her away.

Don't you remember me saying about the
friend we had coming to visit us?

Yeah. Well, that friend is General
Bassington.

How can I possibly hide her here with
the general under the same roof?

Oh, sweet Mortimer's mustache.

Somebody's coming in.

That'll be my husband and the general.

Come, come.

Oh, no. No, not in there.

No, the orderly's in there. Wait.

Go in the closet.

Bart was kind enough to keep me company
during the inspection.

Oh, that's very thoughtful of you, Bart.

I don't think you've met Brigadier
General Bassington yet.

General, this is Mr.

Maverick, an old friend of ours who's
stopping over on his way to St. Louis.

How do you do, sir? My pleasure,
General. Take your hat, General. Here,

take it, John.

Say, who's the new girl in your life,
Bart?

Huh? Well, you're so all -fired polite.
Is she pretty?

Oh, you might say she's unusual to look
at.

and how did the inspection go?

Oh, it's not finished yet. Captain
Scores carrying on.

John, I asked him to take over because
there's something I want to talk to you

about. Yes?

Oh, that's all right, General. You can
trust Bart to be close -mouthed. I've

known him for years.

All right, here it is, then.

Bob Tallhorse is trying to stir up the
Apaches again.

Oh, I'm sorry they ever let him out of
prison.

One troublemaker can make it bad for the
whole tribe.

What's your ending about this time,
General?

He claims they've abducted a girl he's
betrothed to and are holding her as a

prisoner. Any truth to it, you think?

Well, possibly he may be lying just to
agitate the tribe. On the other hand...

Why would any white man want to do a
thing like that?

It's possible they may have sold her to
another tribe as a slave.

There's a lot of money in that for
people who'll stoop to it.

It's hard to believe that people could
be that callous.

Unfortunately, there are many white men
who are so cold -blooded they'd make the

Indians look like choir boys.

I know of one scoundrel myself, a man
named Cannonball, who's been involved in

many similar deals.

If I ever catch him at it, I'll... Yes,

Captain, what is it?

The General sent a report to him if the
inspection turned up anything out of the

ordinary. Unless it's extremely
important, Captain, we're busy.

A wagon load of red -eye, is that
important or ain't it, Major?

Illegal whiskey on this post?

Whose wagon is it?

One of the boys said it belonged to
Maverick.

Excuse me.

Is that true, Mr. Maverick?

Um... Well, yes, General, but you see, I
can explain it, sir. Yes, for your

sake, I hope you can, because there'll
be an official investigation in the

morning.

Meanwhile, Major, you and I had better
have a look at that wagon. I'll get you.

Just a minute, Mr. Maverick.

From the cut of your clothes, I'd say
you're a gambler.

Yes, sir. And I'm willing to bet you're
trying to hide something in that closet

from me.

No, General.

Oh, Mr. Maverick, you'd do well to
practice more on that poker face of

You can explain this to, I presume?

No,

no.

Oh, I had an explanation, all right. The
only trouble was it sounded like so

much bunko, even to me.

And the one man who could back up my
story had other ideas.

A little.

I found some shovels, sir. If it's all
right with you, I'll put some men on

burial detail.

Good idea, Sergeant.

All right, men.

Follow me.

You know, it's too bad our attachment
didn't get here earlier. We might have

been of some help in the fight.

You think you're lucky stars you were
late, Lieutenant.

Otherwise, somebody would be burying you
right now.

Oh? What makes you so sure?

Go on with your story, Mr. Maverick.

I suppose when the Indian girl was
discovered, you were both thrown in the

guardhouse.

That's for a straight supposing,
Lieutenant.

I had so much to worry about, I didn't
get any sleep in the guardhouse that

night.

But in the morning, things looked
different.

They looked a lot worse.

Hello.

Don't be so scared.

We'll figure a way out of this somehow.

Listen.

Me friend.

Understand?

Me friend.

Me friend?

That's close enough, all things
considered.

Tahani.

Is that your name?

Tahani.

Let's let it go at... Tawny.

Tawny?

Hi, Bert.

Hello, Angel.

I brought some soap, a comb, clean dress
for the girls. Thank you. Oh, you

better let me give them to her.

Thanks.

Tawny. Come here.

Come here.

Here.

It's all right. Take it.

Yeah, you wash up and you can put on
your nice new dress later on.

Oh, no.

That's not food.

That's soap.

Now, look, you take the water and put
the hands in and wash.

Oh, good.

I thought I'd better tell you that
Cannonball's disappeared.

Any other bad news?

I'm afraid so.

My husband is the investigating officer
in your case, and he's acting like he's

out to get you.

Did he find out I knew you in the old
days?

Not so far as I know.

What's he out to get me for?

Oh, I don't know. Paul's hard to figure
sometimes.

Listen, Angel, I don't want you to try
to influence him one way or the other,

but couldn't you just get him to come in
here and see me, to listen to my side

of it?

It's too late for that.

What do you mean, too late?

Right now, Paul is making his report to
General Bassington.

So, the way I put it together, sir,
Maverick and that peddler was in

Isn't that something of an unfounded
assumption, Captain?

They arrived on the post together,
Major.

Mr. Maverick explained how that
happened.

Yes, he also explained how he paid $2
,000 for Cannonball's outfit and didn't

bother to check the merchandise inside
the wagon.

Oh, he's very good at explaining. Your
friend Maverick is.

Why wasn't the wagon stopped at the
gates? Oh, it was, sir. I was O .D. at

time. And you failed to check the
contents of the wagon?

Well, sir, I was about to when Maverick
gave me this cock -and -bull story about

finding Apache war signs in Salido
Canyon.

Not knowing what a liar the man was, I
right away took him to see the

commandant.

I see.

Of course, when I found out he was an
old friend of the Major's, I didn't do

more investigating.

Believe me, sir, it was the biggest
shock in my life when that Indian girl

stepped out of the commandant's closet.

Hiding that girl was a misguided attempt
on the part of my wife to keep me from

being involved.

He explained to her that... There's that
word again, explained.

Always explaining, Maverick is.

Isn't it possible he might be telling
the truth?

I'd like to believe him, sir, if only
because the Major vouched for him.

But Maverick's story has more holes in
it than a sieve.

Well...

I'll take your opinion under advisement,
Captain Score.

That'll be all for now.

Yes, sir.

My, don't you look pleased with yourself
today.

Oh, I am.

I am not so pleased with you, though.

Now what did I do wrong?

I heard about you bringing that dress to
the Indian girl.

Well, I felt sorry for her is all.

Making friends with an Indian squaw.

Angel, don't you have no... Don't you
have no dignity?

Where I came from, dignity is just about
as popular as a toothache. You came

from one of the proudest and oldest
families in New Orleans.

Oh, sure, sure. My proud old mother took
in washings. And my proud old father

was a town drunk.

What kind of talk is that?

You the wife of the future commandant.

Future Commandant.

We're aiming a little high today, aren't
we?

I'm aiming right on target, Angel.

With the Major out of the way, I'm next
in line.

Major Redinger is going to be relieved
of his command. It's his own fault for

sticking his neck out for that Maverick
fella.

When you vouch for a man and that man
smuggles an Apache spy into the fort...

Pawnee is no more an Apache spy than I
am.

She's Bob Tallhorse's woman. Who says
so? She does.

Pawnee Sam, the Indian scout, speaks a
little Apache.

I had him question her today and she
admitted it.

What else does she say?

Nothing important.

You mean you didn't try to find out if
Bart Maverick was telling the truth that

he found her bound and gagged after he
bought the wagon? No need to. I know a

renegade when I see one.

Now I get it.

You get what?

Why you're so anxious to have Maverick
convicted.

You're using him as a groom to sweep
Major Redinger off this post. He's a

renegade, I tell you. Bart Maverick is
no renegade. Bart!

Well, well.

Since when is it Bart?

Since a long time ago, Paul.

Since the days of the pink tambourine.

Maverick knows about you?

He knows all about me.

And if you cry to railroad him, he's
just liable to tell all he knows.

You're an anchor. That's what you are,
Angel.

Me trying to get up in the world and you
holding me back just like an anchor.

Well, is it my fault Maverick showed up
here? It's not only just Maverick. It's

you yourself. How many times a day have
you nearly let it slip what you used to

be? I can't see where it would be so
terrible if people knew the truth.

Of course not.

Of course not.

General, this is the little woman.

If you applaud real loud, maybe she'll
throw you one of her garters just like

the old days at the pink tambourine.

And now, sir.

How about a promotion?

And is your way any better, Paul?

Stepping on Maverick's neck and the
Commandant's neck and everybody else's

just like they were so many rungs up a
ladder.

Any way to get to the top is the right
way, and I'll tell you something, Angel.

Maverick's case is going to be handled
so fast he won't have a chance to open

his mouth about you.

Oh, no, Paul.

He's going to get a square deal.

He is?

Yes. What makes you think so?

Because you have no choice.

If you don't, I'm going to write my
whole life's history down and pin it up

the company bulletin board.

Maverick mean that much to you?

No, not him, Paul.

I love you, Paul.

But I can't stand to see you get all
twisted up by ambition.

But you don't seem to understand.

I may never get another chance to have
my own post, Angel. But I do understand,

and I don't think that's nearly as
important as... as just having you your

self again.

Oh, Paul, Paul, please, you will be your
old self, won't you?

Well, like you say, I got no choice.

You always could get around me, Angel.

Could I?

You could, and you still do.

Tony?

Tony.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Pretty?

Very pretty?

Tony, face.

Your face.

Very pretty.

Pretty?

Pretty?

Corporal!

That knife isn't for cleaning your
fingernails. It's for fighting, and the

quicker you... All right, we let it go
this time.

My wife would like to visit with Mr.
Maverick.

Yes, sir.

Oh, did you hurt your foot, Mrs. Gore?

I twisted my ankle on the walk over
here. Oh, that's too bad. You better

the cell so she can sit down.

Oh, well, sir, I... All right, you can
lock it after.

If you say so, sir.

I've got some things to look after,
honey. I'll see you outside in about ten

minutes.

Angel, what's wrong?

What's the matter, Angel?

Does it hurt much?

That was just an excuse to get in here.

What's going on?

Look, my husband is convinced that
you're innocent.

He had Pawnee Sam question Pawnee again
this afternoon.

And she supported your story right up
and down the line.

Why won't they let me out of here?

Well, who would take the word of Bob
Tallhorse's woman?

But she's not Bob Tallhorse's woman.

She's just betrothed to him.

Well, even so.

Now, Paul says that your only chance is
to find that peddler and to make him

testify for you.

Cannonball was last seen heading for
Mario Martin's Creek.

How am I expected to find the peddler if
they've got me locked up in the

guardhouse? Well, that's just it.

In a few minutes, you won't be locked up
anymore.

Now your wagon's waiting for you out
back.

What about the gates?

Well, Paul left orders for the gates to
be left open until the night patrol

returns. Now, they can't track you in
the dark. And by morning, you'll be in

Indian country, where the troops can't
go without breaking the treaty.

Me going to Apache country?

I'm a little too fond of my scalp.

Nobody's going to scalp you.

Not if you're bringing Bob Tall Horse's
woman back to him.

Might work.

Might? It's your only chance.

Yeah, well, that guard is a good friend
of mine, but not so good that he'd stand

by for an escape.

Well, then you'll just have to do it the
hard way.

Bart, it's that or the penitentiary.

Yeah.

All right, sit down here on the bunk.

Call that corporal in, but make sure he
comes inside the cell.

Corporal. Corporal.

Yes, ma 'am?

I'm ready to go now.

Hold on.

Come on, you better give her a hand. Oh,
that poor foot.

Well, here, tie me up. All right, get
against here.

that I said I'd be back as soon as I
find Cannonball. Just say I said that.

I didn't have to know you were mixed up
in the escape.

All right, Bart.

Now hurry.

I'll have to gag you.

We'll have to make a break for it. Hold
it, Maverick.

The only place you're making a break for
is to a hole six feet long and six feet

deep. We're going to get killed while
trying to escape, huh? I might even get

medal for it.

Was your wife in on this double -cross
score? Angel? No, too soft. Just like

Commandant. Or used to be Commandant, I
guess I should say.

He should know better than to vouch for
a renegade like you, Maverick.

Escaped prisoner, sir. Maverick and that
Apache girl. How? No idea, sir.

Tell Lieutenant Gregory to pursue with
his platoon.

Yes, sir.

The guardhouse.

All right, close the gates.

Dr. Businessman.

Just knocked out.

That's where Maverick got the knife.

Knife? Captain, what knife are you
talking about?

The knife he had.

The knife he killed my wife with.

Maverick did that?

Bart Maverick?

Yes, mate. Your friend.

Bart Maverick.

John, I...

No need to say it, sir.

I, um... I request that I be relieved of
my command.

Effective immediately.

Request granted.

When I left the fort behind me, I didn't
know about Engle.

Ahead of me was Indian country.

Bob Tallhorse.

I knew about him.

Five years in a federal prison had
taught Bob Tallhorse to speak English as

as his native tongue.

It had also taught him a fierce hatred
of the white eyes that only the wisdom

Tawny's father, the chief, had been able
to restrain.

Mario Martin's Creek marked the
beginning of Indian country.

We could rest and eat.

Gotta close your eyes before you wash
your face, or else you get soap in them.

Here, let me show you how to do that.

Oh, soap's too precious, huh?

All right, never mind. Me friend.

Huh?

Thanks, Tony.

Here, number one.

You get water on your face.

Now, you get soap on your hands.

But before you put the soap on your
face, you close your eyes.

Oh!

Don't do as I do. Do as I say.

Oh.

Oh.

Me, friend.

Pretty.

Me? Very pretty.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Well, extremely good looking, maybe, but
not pretty.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Tawny, you'd never do that again.

Never.

Why, you're still a child.

Tawny, little girl.

Anyway, you're gonna marry Bob
Tallhorse.

Now, it isn't right for us to kiss if
you're engaged to marry another man.

I don't think.

Tawny?

Tawny?

Just wondering when I was going to get
one of these in my hands.

That wagon is full of ammunition, but
there are no guns.

All right.

How much are you going to pay me for
that?

You can't be real, Luther.

You just can't be real.

Well, that's my gun, ain't it?

And you tried to kill me with it. Now
get up. What has that got to do with it?

You take a man's gun, he's got a right
to get paid.

Give me that pistol belt.

Oh, no, no. You're just... You're no
better than just a hold -up man.

Now hurry up.

You can press charges when we get back
to Fort Distress. What makes you think

I'm going back there?

This makes me think you're going to go
back there.

And when you get back there, you're
going to explain how you smuggled that

Indian girl under the post, how you were
selling illegal whiskey.

And then you're going to spend the rest
of your life in the penitentiary.

I think maybe I'm going to spend the
rest of my life right here, Merrick.

You too.

Huh?

Look behind you.

Oh, no, you don't, Luther.

That look behind you routine went out
with the French and Indian War.

Just the same.

You better look behind you.

Well, the way it turned out, we were
captured by a roving band of Apaches.

Bob Tallhorse himself was in charge.

Well, then there was nothing to worry
about.

I mean, he was grateful you brought the
girl back.

Ever known an Apache to be predictable,
Lieutenant?

Well... Tawny was so mad at me, I had no
notion whether she'd tell the truth or

not.

On top of that, there was this other
thing.

What other thing?

This other thing.

Now, Lieutenant, if I had a dollar for
every life this necklace has cost, I'd

never have to deal another card as long
as I live.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where,
luck is his companion, gambling is his

game. Smooth as a handle on a gun,
Maverick is the name.

Wild as the wind in Oregon.

blowing up a canyon easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

Nice to New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

loves the best.

That's to New Orleans, living on Jackson
Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.