All language subtitles for Maverick S4E31 - The Devils Necklace - Part 1 ENGLISH

Press charges when
you get to Fort Distress.

What makes you think
I'm goin' back?

This makes me think
you're gonna go back there.

When you get there,
you'll explain

how you smuggled that
Indian girl under the post.

'How you were
selling illegal whisky.'

Then you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in a penitentiary.

I think, maybe,
I'm gonna spend the rest

of my life right here, Maverick.

- You too.
- Huh?

Look behind you.

No, you don't, Luther.

That look behind you routine
when with the French-Indian war.

Just the same.

You better look behind you.

Now, you..

A Warner
Bros. television production.

Halt!

Is something wrong, sir.

Awfully quite, that's all.

Better fire a couple of rounds,
let them know we're coming in.

Forward..

Flankers out.

Look sharp, men.

Sergeant, try the gate.

It's barred, sir.

Funny there ain't no
enemy dead out here.

Not so funny, sergeant.

That's an Apache arrow.

After a battle,
Apache's always carry their dead

back to their village.

At least, I hope
back to the village.

You think they still
might be inside, sir?

I don't know.

Aw, there ain't no Apache's
in there, lieutenant.

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

Just the same we better
scale the wall.

I'll do it myself.
Give me a hand.

Stay here.

Sergeant.

This Injun-proof, sergeant?

Uh!

Lieutenant, there's one
over there alive.

A civilian!

He must've opened
the gate and then keeled over.

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

What happened to you, man?

Uh, this happened!

Just a cheap, penniless 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 Celito Canyon.

It was about a 120 in the shade.

Only there wasn't any shade.

Water was running low.

I figured things
couldn't get any worse.

Hmm, how wrong can you be?

Am I ever glad to see you!

Are you?

Hey! Wait a minute!

Oh, no!

You ain't got no call
to shoot at a poor old man.

You got my saddle in the back.

Yours?

Can you prove it's yours?

Now, listen, partner.

You know you picked it up where
I left it on the trail.

Well, it's got my initials
on it now, L.C.

Stands for Luther Cannonbaugh,
that makes it mine.

Tell you what.

Forget all about
this saddle, no argument.

You just give me a lift
to Fort Distress.

No, 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, would you..

Would you hit a weak
old man now?

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

Now, do I get that ride
or don't I?

Alright!
Alright!

Alright!

But it'll cost you $10.

Well, Luther Cannonbaugh ain't
runnin' no free freight service.

Alright, you got yourself
a deal.

There's a lot of water
in this canteen

you thirsty, you just go ahead
and take a drink there.

Thanks!

That'll cost you
a dollar a swallow.

You know what, Luther?

You're lovable, that's what.

You're downright lovable.

Yeah, well, Luther Cannonbaugh
ain't business for his health.

Start keepin' score.

Oh, thanks,
Mr. Cannonbaugh.

Well, just don't stand there,
young fellow.

Ain't you gonna help a old man?

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

What're you carrying this time?

- Stuff!
- What kind of stuff?

The kinda stuff you can't
buy at the Sutler store.

Your old Luther Cannonbaugh
is a soldier's friend.

Sure, he is!

And always at a nice fat profit.

That's no way to talk. You want
me to take my goods from here?

You might as well.

You'll never get it past
Captain Score.

He's the officer of the day.

Um-hmm, your name?

Bart Maverick.

What's the purpose of your visit
to Fort Distress?

Just passin' through, captain.

Destination?

St. Louis.

You just leave it
to old Luther Cannonbaugh

to deal with Captain Score.

Captain!

Hey! Hey, Captain Score.

Captain, sir.

This man has some information
the commandant

might be mighty interested in.

- In good terms.
- Wait a minute.

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 Reidinger.

A man I'd known
and admired for many years.

- Here, Bart.
- Thanks, John.

Where was it
your horse broke it's leg?

Celito Canyon.

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

How long would you say
it been there?

Oh, three, four days
at the most.

Had real Apache bread.

He's sure of it. Probably
planning provisions for war.

They do the same
for huntin' expedition, captain.

That Celito Canyon ain't nothin'
to hunt there but rattle snakes.

There isn't anythin' to hunt
there, but rattle snakes, 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'd you get
to St. Louis without a horse?

Well, I was hoping
to buy one from military.

We're a little short
of mounts ourselves.

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

- A month?
- Umm!

Edith!

Bart!

- Hello, Edith.
- How are you?

Edith and I'd be very happy
if you'd stay with us

'as our special guest.'

That's very hospitable
of you, thank you.

Oh, too hospitable, I'm afraid.

John forgets that we've
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 be glad to put you up.

- You agree, captain?
- Hmm?

I was sayin' that I feel
one of our other officers

would be courteous enough to
extend an invitation to Bart.

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

I wouldn't want to put
you at any bother.

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

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
anymore hospitable.

No, I won't take no
for an answer.

You come with me.

I got your stuff.

Come in, Maverick.
Angel?

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

But the situation was hardly
the kind that makes

an house-guest feel at home.

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

- How are you?
- You be comfortable.

I've got some work.
I'll see you later.

Thank you!

It's a small world.

No, I always knew that one day

I'd run into a member
of the "I knew Angelic club."

And I'd heard you were married.

But nobody mentioned
he was an officer.

Paul won a battle field
commission four years ago.

He's been climbing ever since.

And 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
some place, wasn't it?

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

Oh, it was lively, alright.

Oh, it was plenty lively.

Remember that sailor
you hit over the head

with a whiskey bottle?

It was his own fault
for pinching me like that.

No, I bumped into him
after his treatment

he said, "It was worth it."

Oh, Paul says a lady
shouldn't giggle.

He read in an etiquette
book someplace.

It can't be the same one I read.
I kinda liked your laugh.

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

Oh, Bart!

You being here is going
to be something of a problem.

It should be easier
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, you don't know Paul!

He's determined to pass me off

as a lady, no matter what.

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 boot.

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.

Hello, there!

- What can I do for you?
- I wanted a horse.

Who ate?

A mule or anything
to get outta here.

Mister, just for a up

Nothing can be bought
with four legs.

I see!

As long as I'm stuck, might
as well make the best of it.

Where do I find
the action, corporal?

Just what kind of action
would you be wanting, mister?

Oh, no, no, gambling ain't
allowed on the post.

It's not allowed on any post.

I'm yet to be on one where they
don't have poker

goin' somewhere,
usually in the Sutler store.

Well, on this post.
We observe the rules.

That soldier out there
is enjoying the scenery?

That is!

That whistle he gave wasn't
a signal to hide the evidence.

- No-no-no.
- Oh!

Well, then in that case..

Oh, what are these?

Well, search me what they are.

Uh, would you
be knowing, Sutler?

Uh!

Appears to me like pieces
of some kind of thick paper.

That's right!
They are called cards!

My pappy said, "You could tell
or make fortunes with 'em."

Unless one of you gentleman is a
gypsy, why don't we play poker.

'Are there any other
questions?'

Yes!
Yes!

Certainly yes!

How long will it take
to make a report

about this to your friend,
Captain Score?

My friend?

Why, I hardly know the man.

You hardly know him?

Do you hear that boys,
he hardly knows him?

Well, the man,
you're quartered with him.

Well, that's why all
the caution, eh?

Corporal, it's true I'm staying
in Captain Score's quarters.

Not by choice. The reason I want
a horse to get outta here

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

Uh!

Well, what do you think, Sutler?

Well, if you ask me, if anybody
that don't like Captain Score

couldn't be all bad.

Thanks!

Come on.
Let's continue with the game.

Bring me a chair.

Corporal Shaun Cassidy.

Maverick, Bart Maverick.
Nice to meet you.

Well, what do we got to play
for, gentlemen?

Well, let's start off
for 50 cents.

Hell on Horseback, beat it.

Fellas!

What's goin' on around here?

Hell on Horseback is their name
for General Bassington.

And it fits him to a T
as far as I'm concerned.

- Here, lemme help you.
- You're alright.

He wasn't due here
until tomorrow.

Well, that's typical
of him to arrive early.

And pull a surprise inspection.

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

You're a civilian,
he shouldn't bother you.

That makes no difference
to Hell on Horseback.

Civilian or soldier.

Anybody on this force goes
through one of his inspections.

Ho.
Oh.

Where do you think
you are going?

Far away from here.

Not right now, you knuckles.

Gates stay closed
till after inspection.

Orders by old
Hell on Horseback himself.

You think that man
had nothing better

to do than stir up trouble
against old Luther Cannonbaugh.

That's right.
You have run up against

the general before, haven't you?

Hey, hey, Maverick.

Maverick, come here.
Come here.

Come here, Maverick.

Maverick.
I've been thinking things over

and I decided to sell
the horse wagon and the stock..

All I want is one.

No, well, all or nothin'.

Since I'm in such
a charitable mood.

It'll only cost you $2000.

- 2000?
- Umm-hm.

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

So, I won't.

Uh, 1500?

You got 30 seconds
to meet my price.

See, I might go to 16.

You might go to 2000.

And right now.

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

We got an inspection now.

It ain't my wagon no more.

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

No!

You heard me, mister.
You've got two minutes.

Alright!

You started out to be
real lovable, Luther.

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

Would you mind tellin' how'd you
figure my bank roll so close?

Luther Cannonbaugh was born
knowing things like that.

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

I don't like them much.

They're too even.

Go on, take it away, Maverick.
It's all yours, now.

Thanks!

$2000, for a couple
of over-aged horses

and a beat up wagon.

There's no question about it.

As Mavericks are
pretty shrewd bargainers.

My next move was to see
what kinda goodies

Luther Cannonbaugh
had unloaded on me.

Item one,
a seedy looking necklace made

of some kinda 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
was 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 knees.

Who are you?

Don't you speak English?

The Apache?

There was one thing worse
than smuggling whiskey

into a military post.

Smuggling an unauthorized
Indian.

If the Apache were discovered

and if it came out she'd arrived

in a wagon presently
owned by you know who.

Well, I hated to think
how General Bassington

might take it.

You have 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'll have to be a clean store.

Not a pig pen.
Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

Listen to me.

Try to understand.

You've to quit lumping me over
the head every chance you get.

I'm your friend.

Please.

Me. Friend.

I've to keep you outta sight

until the inspection is over
and they open those gates.

Once you're outside
you are free as a bird.

Please.

Me. Friend.

Friend.

Shh.

Bart!

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.

Oh, why did you bring her here?

I figured the commandant's
personal quarters would be

the safest place from the
general's inspection. No, no.

Now, please.
Me. Friend.

Bart. Bart, you certainly
can't expect me to hide this...

Yes, I do.
For John's sake.

I don't understand.

You know very well.
Army regulations

hold the commandant responsible
for everything going on here.

- Yes, yes, I know.
- Please.

No matter where she came from

John's gonna get his share of
the blame if she's discovered.

Oh no.

No, Bart.

You've go 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.

You remember me saying
about the friend

we had coming to visit us.

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.

Oh, that'll be my husband
and the general.

Come.

Oh no.
No, not in there.

No, the orderlies
are in there. Wait.

Go in the closet.

Hurry!

Hello, Bart.
What are you doin' here?

Well, John. I...

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
General Bassington yet.

General, this is Mr. Maverick,
an old friend

who stopped on his way
to St. Louis.

- How do you do?
- I'll take your hat, general.

Here, I'll take it, John.

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

'Well, you're awfully
polite. Is she pretty?'

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

Gentlemen, how did
the inspection go?

It's not finished, yet.
Captain score is carryin' on.

John, I asked him to take over
because there's somethin'

I wanna talk about.

Yes?

Oh, that's alright, general.

You can trust Bart
to be close-mouthed.

I've known him for years.

Alright, 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 he ranting
about this time, general?

He claims they have abducted
a girl he's betrothed to.

And are holding her
as a prisoner.

'Any truth in all this?'

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

On the other hand...

Why would any white man
wanna do a thing like that?

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

As a slave.

It'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 cold-blooded,
they'd make the Indians

look like choir-boys.

I know of one scoundrel myself.
A man named, Cannonbaugh.

'Who's been involved
in many similar deals.'

If I
ever catch him... Excuse me.

Yes, captain.
What is it?

The general said to report
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?

Who's wagon is it?

One of the boys said
it belonged to Maverick.

Excuse me.

Is that true,
Mr. Maverick?

Well, yes, general.
But you see, I can explain.

For your sake, I hope you can.

Because there'll be an official
investigation in the morning.

Major, you and I
will look at the wagon.

- I'll get your hat.
- Just a minute, Mr. Maverick.

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

Yes, I'll get your hat.

And I'm willing to bet,
you're trying to hide

something in that
closet from me.

No, general.

You know, Mr. Maverick.

You'd do well to practice more
on that poker face of yours.

You can explain this
too, I presume?

No. No.

Oh, I had an explanation,
alright.

The only trouble was it
sounded like so much bunco.

Even to me.

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

- Feel any better?
- Little.

I found some shovels, sir.

If it's alright, I'll put
some men on burial detail.

Good idea, sergeant.

Alright, men!
Follow me!

It's too bad that attachment
didn't get here earlier.

We might've been
of some help in the fight.

You thank your lucky stars
you were late, lieutenant.

Otherwise, somebody would
be buryin' 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 guard house.

That's for a straight
supposin', lieutenant.

I had so much to worry about
I didn't get any sleep

in the guard house 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.

Well, that's close enough
all things considered.

Tahaney.

Ta, what?

Is that your name?

Ta-ha-ney.

Ta, what?

Let's let it go at, Tawny.

Tawny.

Hi, Bart.

Hello, Angel.

I brought some soap and comb.

Clean dress for the girl.

Oh, you better let me
give it to her.

Thanks.

Tawny, come here.
Come here.

Here. It's alright.
Take it.

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

Oh, no!

'Oh, that's not food.'

That's soap.

Now look, you take the water..

And put the hands in and wash.

Oh, good.

I, uh, thought I better tell you
that Cannonbaugh's disappeared.

Oh boy.

- Any other bad news?
- Um, I'm afraid so.

My husband is the investigating
officer in your case.

He's acting like
he's out to get you.

Did he find out
I knew you before?

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, I don't want you to try
to influence him in any way.

Couldn't you get him
to come 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 cahoots.

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 Cannonbaugh'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?

It was, sir.
I was OD at the time.

And you failed to check
the contents of the wagon?

I was about to when Maverick
gave me this cock and bull story

about finding Apache war signs
in Celito Canyon.

'Not knowing
what a liar the man was'

'I... right away took him
to see the commandants.'

I see.

When I found out
he was an old friend

of the major's, I didn't do
anymore 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, 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'm 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..

D-don't you have no dignity?

Where I came from dignity
is 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 kinda talk is that?

You are the wife
of the future commandant.

Future commandant?

Oh, 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 Reidinger is going
to be relieved of his command?

It's his own fault
for stickin' his neck out

for that Maverick fella.

When you vouch for a man

and that man smuggles
an Apache spy into the fort...

Tawny 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 did 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.

Oh.

Now I get it.

You get what?

Why you're so anxious
to have Maverick convicted.

You're using him as a broom

to sweep
Major Reidinger off of his post.

- He's a renegade, I tell ya.
- Bart Maverick is no renegade.

Bart?

Well, well..

Since when is it Bart?

Since a long time ago, Paul.

Since the days
at the Pink Tambourine.

Maverick knows about you?

He knows all about me.

And if you try to railroad him

he's just liable
to tell all he knows.

You're an anchor,
that's what you are.

Me trying to get up in the world

and you holding me back
like an anchor.

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'd 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 in 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 commandants neck

and everybody else's neck like
they were rungs of a ladder.

Any way to get
to the top, is the right way

and I'll tell you
something, Angel.

Maverick's case is gonna be
handled so fast

he won't have a chance
to open his mouth about you.

Oh, no, Paul.
He's gonna get a square deal.

He is?

- Yes.
- What makes you think so?

Because you have no choice.

If you don't, I'm gonna write
my whole life's history down

and pin it up
on the company bulletin board!

Maverick mean that much to ya?

No, not him, Paul.

You.

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.

I do understand
and I don't think

that's nearly as important as..

As just having you,
your old 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.

Tawny.

Tawny.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Tawny.

Face, your face.

Very pretty.

Pretty.

Pretty.

Corporal!

That knife isn't for
cleanin' your fingernails

it's for fighting
and the quicker you..

Alright,
we'll let it go this time.

My wife would like
to visit with Mr. Maverick.

Yes, sir.

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

Oh, I twisted my ankle
on the walk over here.

Oh! That-that's too bad.

You better open the cell,
uh, so she can sit down.

Oh, but, sir, I, uh..

It's alright,
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
Tawny again this afternoon.

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

Why won't they
let me outta here?

Who'd 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.

Cannonbaugh was seen heading
for Mario Martin's creek.

How am I expected
to find a 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.

Your wagon's waiting
for you out back.

What about the gates?

Paul ordered
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 go into Apache country?

I'm a little too fond
of my scalp.

Nobody's gonna scalp you.

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

Angel, that might work.

Might? It's your only chance.

That guard
is a good friend of mine

but not so good that he'd
stand by for an escape.

Well..

Then you just have
to do it the hard way.

Bart, it's that
or the penitentiary.

Yeah.

Alright,
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.
- Oh.

C'mon, you better
give her a hand.

Oh! That poor foot.

- Well, here, tie me up.
- Alright, get against here.

Do me one favor,
tell the commandant

that I said I'd be back
once I find Cannonbaugh.

Just say I said that.

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

Alright, Bart.
Now hurry.

I'll have to gag you.

Dispatch rider, open the gate.

We'll have to make
a break for it.

Hold it, Maverick.

The only place
you're makin' a break for

is to a hole six feet long
and six feet deep.

We're gonna get killed
while trying to escape, huh?

I might even get a medal for it.

Is your wife in on this
double-cross Score?

Angel? No, too soft.
Just like the commandant.

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

'He should know better to vouch'

for a renegade like you,
Maverick.

Close the gates!

Close the gates!

- Soldier! What happened?
- Yes, sir.

Escape prisoner, sir.
Maverick and that Apache girl.

- How?
- No idea, sir.

Tell Lieutenant Gregory
to pursue with his platoon.

Yes, sir.

- The guard house.
- Alright, close the gates.

Back to business, men.

Corporal?

In here, general.

Is Corporal Cassidy alright?

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.

No need to say it, Sam.

I, uh..

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 Angel.

Ahead of me was Indian country.

And Bob Tallhorse.

I knew about him.

Five years
in a federal prison had taught

Bob Tallhorse to speak English
as well as his native tongue.

And it also taught him
a fierce hatred

of the white-eyes
that only the wisdom

of 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.

Oh! Uh!

Oh!

Got to 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?

- Alright, nevermind.
- Me friend.

Huh?

Thanks, Tawny.

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.

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'll never
do that again.

Never.

Why, you're still a child.

Uh, 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!

I was wondering
when I was gonna get

one of these in my hands.

That wagon is full of ammunition
but there're no guns.

Alright.

How much you gonna
pay me for that?

You can't be real, Luther.

You just can't be real!

- It's my gun.
- You tried to kill me with it.

What's that gotta do with it?

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

Give me that pistol belt.

Oh, no. Now, you're just..

You're no better than
a hold up man.

Hurry up.

You can press charges
when we reach Fort Distress.

What makes you think
I'm going back there?

This makes me think
you're gonna go back there.

When you get there
you're gonna explain

how you smuggled
that Indian girl under the post.

'How you was
selling illegal whisky.'

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life in a penitentiary.

I think maybe I'm gonna spend

the rest of my life
right here, Maverick.

- You too.
- Huh?

Look behind you.

Oh, no, you don't, Luther.

That look-behind-you routine
went out

with the French in Indian war.

Just the same.

You better look behind you.

Now you..

And the way it turned out
we were captured

by rouging band of Apaches.

Bob Tallhorse himself
was in charge.

Well, then there was
nothing to worry about.

I mean it 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪