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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 ♪♪