All language subtitles for Maverick S4E14 - The Bold Fenian Men ENGLISH

You're officer material,
Maverick.

Gentlemen..

I give you a toast..

To the bravest man
I've ever met.

A Warner
Bros. television production.

Forward ho!

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 here alone
if you hadn't booted me out.

You know the regulations
regarding gambling

on government property?

Yeah, 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 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.

Any 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.

That's near the Canadian border.

Your geography is correct.

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

That all you do? Loiter around
gambling houses?

Home is where the heart is.

Alright, let's move out, men.

That's an order!

Forward ho!

Ho? Ho ho.

Well, I guess I win both
the pot and the deal, huh, boys?

Trooper!

Your button's undone.
Put yourself on report.

That's an order!

Colonel sir, your tent is ready.

Hmm.

Uh-huh.

Summon Maverick.
That's an order!

Yes, sir.

Are these your cards, sergeant?

That's right.

Why bother to deal 'em facedown?
Why not face up?

Are you daffy?

Then, we'd all know what
the other had in his hand.

Well, then,
we'd be even with you.

Are you accusing me
of something?

The, uh, three of clubs.

The Jack of diamonds.

A nine of spades. Not much
of a hand. Shall I go on?

Readers!

How'd I know they were marked?
I got 'em second hand.

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 interfering
in a personal quarrel.

You go right ahead.

But the colonel
wants to see you.

Attention!
That's an order!

About face!

- The colonel is waiting.
- Well, lead on, McDuff.

The name's Orson.
Orson Holt.

You sent for me, colonel?

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

We arrive
at the fort tomorrow, Maverick.

You're free to go.
I insist you do go.

You can stay in Dakota City.

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

Hmm. 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 Irish. Why?

Oh, nothing at all.
You're dismissed.

Yes, my incapitan.

Irishmen.

What are you so jumpy about?

You know what we've got
in those wagons.

If that colonel
of yours found...

Now, you let me do the worrying.

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

When's the payoff?

Soon as I get it
from the Irishmen.

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.

- Yes.
- Good evening.

I'd like a room
with a bath if possible.

Without a bath.
It isn't possible.

- You mean the hotel is filled?
- All 50 rooms.

Oh, no!

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The grey dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The lark from her light wing ♪

♪ The bright dew is shakin' ♪

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen what ♪

♪ Slumbering still ♪

♪ Oh, hast thou forgotten ♪

♪ How soon we must sever ♪

♪ Oh, hast thou forgotten ♪

♪ This day we must part ♪

♪ It may be for years ♪

♪ And it may be forever ♪

♪ Oh, why art thou silent ♪

♪ Thou voice of my heart ♪

♪ It may be for years ♪

♪ And it may be forever ♪

♪ Then why art thou ♪

♪ Silent ♪

♪ Kathleen ♪

♪ Mavourneen ♪♪

You're not a music lover?

I've been listenin' to Irish
songs for a whole week now.

Over and over again.

If it isn't
"Kathleen Mavourneen"

'it's "The Minstrel Boy."'

Irish songs.

Well, they ain't fandangos.

A week ago, this hotel
was almost empty.

I see, we had a Anderson,
a Perkins, a couple of Smiths

a Swenson and, of course,
a salesman from Scranton.

But things are different now.

We've got "Shanahan,
Callaghan, Hennessy, Rourke

"Murphy, Malone, McGuire, T..

O'Ryan, O'Leary,
O'Reilly, O'.."

What did you say about Irishmen?

What are they all doing here?

Sort of an odd place
for a convention, isn't it?

Yeah. I asked a few
of 'em about it

but they are kinda closemouthed.

Irishmen?

These are. Except when they're
singing "Kathleen Maverneen."

- Mavourneen.
- Yeah!

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-and you live at the hotel?

Uh, you could call it.

You've a room you need during
the day, but not in the night

and I need a room during
the night, but not in the day.

And you make $5 for not
sleeping on the job.

You have a deal.

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

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

I'll take it.

- Uh, Mr..
- Maverick.

Oh, Maverick.

O'Maverick?

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

Say and what else would I be?

The name's Terence Fogarty,
Mr. O'Maverick.

Mr. Fogarty, would you be
inclined to take a fling

at the poker table?

Ah, the mention of the game
fills me with enthusiasm

but me dry throat is screechin'
for a little Irish balm.

Would you join me in a nip?

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, charmin' little spot indeed.

♪ Oh Paddy dear did you hear
the news that's goin' 'round ♪

♪ The shamrock is forbid by law
to grow on Irish ground ♪

♪ And Saint Patrick's Day
no more we'll keep ♪

♪ His color can't be seen ♪

♪ For there's a bloody law ♪

♪ Against the wearin'
of the green ♪

♪ I met with Napper Tandy
and he took me by the hand ♪

♪ And he said how's.. ♪♪

Uncle Terence

don't be imbibin' too much
of that Irish stew now.

Oh, now get along
would you, Deidre?

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

Never was there a time when I
had the pleasure of setting eyes

on so pretty a colleen.
I'm Beau M... O'Maverick.

Me niece, Deidre Fogarty.

A fine lovely blossom,
Mr. O'Maverick.

I'd have to be standin' here
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 lad, isn't he?'

He'll come in handy
when the time comes

for us to twist the tail
of the British lion, eh?

A toast to that, Forgarty.

O'Maverick, this is Flaherty's
private stock from Ireland.

Not like the 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 colleen
and a credit to the cause.

- And we'll drink to that.
- Yeah.

To Deidre.

A fine colleen.

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

It's the smoothest I ever drank.

Do you, do you think we could
start the game of poker now?

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The grey dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The lark from her light wing ♪

♪ The bright.. ♪♪♪

Casey, a grand tune. Grand.
But a wee bit melancholy.

Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen

I prevailed upon Miss Fogarty
to dance for us.

Mike, take out the carpet.

Bravo! That was grand, lass.
Grand!

Please, a drink of water.

Begorra, lass
sure and faith now.

That was a darlin' dance.
A darlin' 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 buckle initial is an H.

And he's got the worst stage
Irish accent I've ever heard.

A spy, is it?
Well, I'll crush his head in.

We have no real proof
he's a spy.

Or that he's not an Irishman.

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

Hey, what's the big idea?
What did I ever... do to... you?

- So you've been spyin' on us?
- Hey, take it easy, fellas.

Wait a minute. Listen. I was,
I was just followin' orders.

Three against one is not fair.

Not fair.

They're fighting him
one at a time, aren't they?

That's true.

I could have told you
that fellow was a fake.

He's much more handsome
than any Kelly I ever met.

I quite agree.

That should be
a lesson to everyone

tryin' to pass himself off
as an Irishman.

He must have been an army spy.

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

Oh, they'll find out, alright.
When it's too late.

That calls for another toast.

To Irish freedom.

To Irish freedom.

And now for some
uninterrupted poker.

And what will you be doing,
Mr. Flaherty?

I'll open.

- Fogarty?
- Oh, I likes it.

And I, I'll up it a wee bit.

How about you, O'Maverick?
Are you in or are you out?

O'Maverick..

He's out.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Mr. Cramer, 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?
- Well, he's not a well man.

Room 22, what's wrong with him?

Ah, something he ate, I believe.

Goin' 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.

- Sir.
- You may speak.

That Maverick fella, colonel,
he might tell you something.

I saw him there.
Thick as thieves with them.

Hmm. 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.

- Mmm.
- Wake up.

Deal me out.

Colonel Summers
wants to see you.

What?

Colonel Summers
wants to see you.

Summers wants to see me?

Good work, orderly.
Where did you find him?

- In bed, sir.
- Bed? This early?

I'm not well.

You're dismissed.
That's an order!

I suppose you discovered
the town is of full of Irishmen.

The hard way.

Have you learned
anything from them?

The words
to "Kathleen Mavourneen."

I mean, what are
they doing in town?

I don't know,
a convention or something.

It's no convention.
That's just a front.

Those fellas are the Fenians.

Fenians?

'Also called the Irish
Revolutionary Brotherhood.'

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

Most of them are soldiers
and fought in the civil war.

You know more than I do.
You tell me what they're up to.

That's what I don't know.

'Fenians have one vow.'

To gain freedom for Ireland
from the English crown.

That's the trouble, the British
government has got 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 should spy...

- Oh, yes, there is.
- What?

'About 90 days in the
guardhouse for, uh, 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 it might take
a court-martial

ninety days to convene.

Alright, what do you
want me to do?

Hmm.

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?

How did you get that black eye?

Poking it into other
people's business?

A cheap tinhorn named Maverick
hit me when I wasn't lookin'.

You mean Mr. O'Maverick?

No, I mean Maverick.

He's no more Irish than I am.

I-I can't believe it.

I don't myself.

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

Oh, that we do.

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

Well, this worked once.

What in the..

Name of the blessed saints
you're after doin'?

Oh, I thought you were
somebody else.

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

Now, w-w-what did that prove?

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

- I have a better idea.
- Get along, will you, lass?

How could a slip of a girl
the like of 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.

Yaah, foolishness!
What if he becomes too romantic?

Why, then you have champagne
to add a little brave.

Bubble water, shyah!

And lovely music, of course.

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'Maverick will
be here any second.

I-I'll be in me room.

Should you be needing
any help, just scream.

Come in.

'Do come in, Mr. O'Maverick.'

Well, now, Miss Fogarty,
you sent for me.

'Tis 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?

I suppose if you want to talk,
this is the way to do it.

Achoo!

Forgive me.

Why don't you
sit down beside me?

Oh, 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 a 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 just so
as we could talk.

You're up to something,
what is it?

You... you get out of here!

- Yes, well...
- 'Get out of here!'

- I-I...
- Get out of here!

Get out!

Oh!

- Deidre.
- Get out of here, O'Maverick.

Come on, dry your eyes.

Look, darlin', you-you went
about this all wrong.

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

- I did?
- Hmm.

That you did.

Here, I'll show you.

First..

Too much music.

And too much perfume.

Too much light.

Far too much talk.

I-I-I'm dying with impatience.

Tell me, tell me, lass.
Did you learn anything?

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

Oh, Deidre, don't be playing
games with your old uncle.

Is O'Maverick a spy or isn't he?

I'm sorry, Uncle Terence.

I wasn't able to find out.

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

Now, I'll have to find out
in me 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.

O'Maverick, it's kind of you

to sit up and play cribbage
with an old man.

Let's have a wee drink, eh?

Your health, lad.

Ah, you downed that like the
true Irishman I know ye are.

Now, now, I know you're drunk.

'Cause I can,
I-I can see two of ya.

- Mr. Fogarty.
- Mmm?

Tell me, why did you
want to get me drunk?

Because Sergeant Hanson
told Patrick Hunter

that you aren't really
an Irishman at all.

Sergeant Hanson, huh?
Hogjaw Hanson.

Yes, him, him that
sold us 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.

Discussion.

Discussion, eh?

Oh, Mr. Hunter.

Where's your Uncle Terence?

In Mr. O'Maverick's room.
Getting him drunk.

Oh, smart move.

'Over the house tops.'

Who's getting who drunk?

'...is Ireland free.'

'Ireland sober.'

Over the house tops.

Over the house tops.

Ireland sober is Ireland free!

Lass, you better
look after your uncle.

Maverick's gone, we gotta catch
him before he gets to the fort.

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

Your uncle probably
told him everything.

Donovan!

O'Connell!

Flaherty!

I was sure I thought
I heard somethin' here.

This is what you heard.

'Oh!'

We caught the dirty spy.

You can't be hittin'
an unconscious man.

Why not?
It's more humane, isn't it?

We don't have time.
Let's get him to the shack.

The question is

did we get him before
or after he got to the fort?

For the tenth time, Maverick,
what did Fogarty tell you?

Did you get to the fort with it?

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

There's but one thing
to do with a spy, shoot him.

There's no other course,
it will be done at dawn

properly with a firing squad.

A firing squad? You can't put me
in front of a firing squad!

I'm an American citizen
just like you are!

Firin' squad
it will have to be..

Unless if you care to tell us
what you told the army.

At dawn then.

- I'll get the maps.
- Sshh! 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 whiskey to
know what Maverick's told 'em.

Could a make difference
in our plans.

Maybe we'll find in the mornin'
when he faces the firin' squad.

He'll talk alright.

'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 frighten him
enough to make him talk.

We'll take him up to where
the guns are hidden

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

'Don't shoot
him, just scare him to death.'

'Sean and I want to be a part
of that firing squad.'

I want to see him quakin' in his
boots when he faces the rifles.

Ah, sure it'll 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.

Hmm-mm, everything. You know,
you couldn't figure out how

the Fenians could possibly do
harm to the British from here.

It'll be difficult with England
halfway around the globe.

Oh, no, colonel,
you just try a half-hour march

three miles from here.

Canada?

Uh-huh. The 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.

Well, they don't intend to.

They figure a few hundred
armed Fenians 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 boob!

Well, I knew
you'd see it my way.

Maverick, if those Fenian
fellows are able to implement

this harebrained scheme,
it can lead to only one thing.

War between United States
and Great Britain.

Oh, you can't do anything about
it at the moment, colonel.

Until they make their move,
your hands are tied.

You can't prove they
planned to attack Canada.

'Not on my word alone.'

Ah, that's it.
I'll confiscate their guns!

- Where are 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 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.

Sound the alarm!

Bring Sergeant Hanson
to me immediately.

That's an order!

'Sergeant Hanson.'

'Sergeant Hanson.'

'Sergeant Hanson.'

- Colonel, sir.
- Yes?

Sergeant Hanson got away, sir.

Some men saw him
going over the wall.

Then, it's true.

If they plan to attack
Canada tomorrow night

I haven't got a chance. There
are 100 barns 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 locked 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.

You-you'd 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, a no good.

Under this veneer

I can see there beats
a heart that's true blue.

You're officer material,
Maverick.

Gentlemen..

I give you a 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 fakin' this execution
in order to make Maverick talk.

So act as grim as you can.

Come and get your rifles.

Here.

What are you doin' here?

The colonel's wise. He knows
I sold you them rifles.

You're gonna have to hide me.

Well, alright,
but stay out of our way.

Planning a little party
for the tinhorn, eh?

We'll not hurt him.
Just scare him a bit.

'Forward march!'

Hup ho he hup ho!

Hup hup ho he hup!

Hup hup ho he hep!

Hup hup..

Cavalry hut!

Blindfold him.

You're being
needlessly foolish, lad.

Do you have a smoke?

Let us know what
the military knows

and we'll spare your life.

Oh, my lips are sealed.

Then we must proceed.

According to military protocol,
Mr. Maverick

do you have any last wishes?

Yes, don't shoot.

This ain't working
like we planned.

That 'tis not.

But Deidre's waiting on
the other side of that rock.

Assume position.

'At the ready.'

'Aim!'

No! No!

Oh, Beau, you must talk.
Oh, darling, talk.

Recover.

Oh, darling, don't let them
do this to you.

Oh, talk, Beau, talk.

- Talk.
- Hmm.

- Please talk.
- Ah, just like a woman.

When things are getting
interesting, you want to talk.

Oh!

Oh, you..
Oh!

He's not gonna talk.
Let's call it off.

Might as well scare him a bit.

Six o'clock.

Traditional time for executions.

'At the ready.'

Aim.

Fire!

Great day!
What have we done?

Saints be praised,
he's only fainted.

Forward ho!

Lieutenant, take these men
over with the others.

Deidre.

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 wanna stay alive,
colonel, don't move a muscle.

'You're coming with me
as a hostage.'

'Now, you tell your officers
not to follow, you hear?'

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

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

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

Thought you were dead.

So did I.

Oh, 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.

Well, colonel, it's your deal,
you sent for me.

And so I did.

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

Absence makes
the heart grow fonder.

Must you always play
the buffoon, Maverick?

Oh, one of us has to,
and you're not dressed for it.

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

Since I successfully quelled the
Fenian scheme to attack Canada...

All by yourself?

I was speaking merely
as the leader.

In my report to Washington

I mentioned the part you played
in foiling the Irishmen.

Well, thank you.

The state department was
so elated over the affair

they've prepared a letter
of commendation for you.

My private and confidential
secretary will get it.

She must be down the hall.
Excuse me.

Psst. Psst. Maverick.

Deidre.

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

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

I had to hide under the desk.
I saw you down the hall.

I didn't want you to recognize
me in front of Colonel Summers.

Come on, I've gotta
get you out of here.

- The colonel is on his way...
- What's this?

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

Secretary?

I'm sorry if this man
has been offending you

but you must forgive him.
He's not an officer.

Well, it's alright,
Colonel Summers.

Hmm. 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?

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The grey dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The larks on her light wing ♪

♪ The bright dew is shaking ♪

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen what ♪

♪ Slumbering still.. ♪♪♪

♪ Who is the tall
dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail
to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle
on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady ♪

♪ That he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪♪