All language subtitles for Maverick S03E09

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This the story of a Sioux chief.

And how I came
in contact with him.

That's him.
His name, Running Horse.

Gold had been discovered in the
Black Hills of the Dakota's.

Naturally, they started
something of a stampede.

The Sioux resented the intrusion

and demonstrated
their resentment

by sending back
prospector after prospector.

All dead.

The army resented
the Sioux resentment

and sent several regiments
into the territory

to build forts
and protect the taxpayers.

Alright, Mr. Maverick,
I haven't got all day.

You may be in a hurry to get
to McKittridge, sarge.

- But I kinda like it here.
- 'Sure you do.'

'Cause ain't no board of inquiry
waitin' for you here.

- They gonna hang him, sarge?
- Please, I'm a civilian.

This is strictly a case
of mistaken identity.

Sure it was.

You mistook a colonel's wife
for a gay young thing.

Baines, it was someone
who looked like me.

Come on, let's go.

It's shame the colonel
didn't come out to say goodbye.

Nothing like to be on friendly
terms with the colonels.

Well, Colonel Parkinson
ain't feelin' very sociable.

I can't say that I blame him.

Regular complement here
is about 140 men.

Just enough to man the fort
in case of serious trouble.

Where'd they all go?

Out chasing Runnin' Horse
and his Siouxs.

He called a big war parley.

Most of the Sioux nations
about ready to jump down

on our throats on account
of this gold rush business.

'Open the gates.'

Running Horse aimed
to get rid of the military

and so he called for every
tribe of the Sioux nation

to combine in one mass effort.

And here they are.

The chiefs of the many tribes

called a council
to discuss the war

that Running Horse proposed.

This fire burns brightly.

It warms us as we sit here
and remember

the cold winters
of our wanderings.

Driven on and on by the
long knives and their treaties.

Look into my face, my brothers.

Listen to my words.

And let the fire that burns
within me warm your blood

and light your way to one
final victory for our nation.

Come.

I will take you to the nearest
fort of the long knives.

And you will see with
your own eyes that Running Horse

does more than speak
with a hot tongue.

There is no need for caution.

Come and see.

'This is
the work of a few warriors.'

With the braves
who will follow you

we number in the hundreds.

If you abide my decision to war

and call all your fighting men..

Within a few days
we will number in a thousand.

We will fight and destroy.

And make the pillaging of our
land so costly to the white men

that they will leave.

The long knives
are not invincible.

We will drive them out
or kill them.

Tear down their banner.

We will drag it
in the dust behind us.

Look.

Look familiar?
Well, it should.

We're going back to that exact
moment when our story began.

You see, I was makin' a little
trip with two real sports.

A Sergeant Baines
and a Corporal Daggott.

And we had stopped
at Fort Burnside

to get fresh mounts.

That's Running Horse
waiting to attack the fort.

It's all taking place again.

Now we're going to tell the
story from my point of view.

We're taking you
back to the beginning

because this time you'll see
the way it really happened.

Think there are any Sioux
around here, sarge?

- Close by, I mean.
- Don't you fret, Willie.

My guess is they won't be nosin'
around where the soldiers are.

Oh, I ain't worried
about myself.

Just I wouldn't want anything
to happen to our prisoner.

I'm not your prisoner, Willie.
You're just escorting me.

That came from the fort.

I guessed wrong.

They're around.
All around.

Aah!

There's nothin' we could do.

Nope.

The colonel,
he guessed wrong too.

Sendin' all his men out

not leavin' enough help
to mind the store.

He didn't guess wrong about
there being trouble in the area.

He just looked for it
in the wrong area.

This could be the beginnin'.

For Running Horse, I mean.

Baines.
Sergeant Baines.

Phew.

Well, it's over.

'Now, the best approach
to the fort's from the East.'

There's a gully.

Wait a minute.
The fort?

Do you mean Fort Burnside
or Fort McKittridge?

We can't ride off and leave 'em.
There might be survivors.

You know, I know, the corporal
knows and the Sioux know.

There aren't any survivors.

- Sarge, I don't think...
- Shut up.

Some of 'em could've hid.

- Come on, sarge.
- Well, it's possible.

- Sarge, I don't...
- Shut up and get the horses.

He's green.

That's why I've gotta
keep him calm.

Because, Mr. Maverick,
we are in a pickle.

That's why I need your help.

We're going back to the fort,
look around, see what we can do.

You go ahead
and start arguing with me

and get it over with
because I wanna get movin'.

Alright, I'll turn
my cards face up.

You're an army man.
The Indians are your job.

Me? I'm just an ordinary
civilian-type citizen.

I just don't feel...

I know I can't force you
to go back to the fort with us.

Because as you say,
you're not a prisoner.

You're under escort
to Fort McKittridge.

Dag and I are along
to see that you get there

before you change your mind.

If you give me your word

that you'll go directly
to McKittridge, well..

I'll take it.

I give you my word.
I'll go to McKittridge.

I, uh..

Don't envy you
your journey, Mr. Maverick.

You don't think you'll have it
any better at the fort?

Sure, if the Indians
don't come back.

Of course, if they do..

I'll think about that
when the time comes.

At least we'll be able
to see 'em comin'.

That's more than
you'll be able to do.

Corporal, give
Mr. Maverick his horse.

You and me are going back
to the fort without him.

When and if you get
to McKittridge

request an interview
with the general.

You tell him exactly
what you saw here.

That Fort Burnside
was wiped out.

'At least, 20 officers
and men were killed.'

The rest of the regiment
under Major Harrington

is off to the South on patrol.

Good luck, Maverick.

On second thought, sergeant,
I decided to put off

facing that board of inquiry.

We'll make our way to the
barracks. Keep your eyes open.

Don't get nervous
and let them fly.

'you know what
you're shootin' at.'

You fool.

I'll go and look around
if any Indian heard that.

Honest, sarge, I thought it was
somebody, an Indian, I mean.

I know, Willie, I know.

Go see if you can find
some mattresses.

We'll bed down in here.

No, Willie.

I'm not gonna put it
on your report.

Thanks, sarge, only a month
and a half to go.

I sure wouldn't want anything
to mess up my discharge.

Golly day, I sure wouldn't.

No, Willie.

Don't worry, there's nothing
in this world that I'd do

to keep you in this army
one day longer than need be.

Thanks, sarge.

I didn't wanna come
bustin' in unannounced.

It's nice and quiet
and still out there.

I think they just hit and run.

I'm guessing they'll be coming
back soon with a whole bunch

of Sioux brass to show
what a big man he is.

Yeah. He could've been spyin'
and watchin'.

He knew the fort
was short-handed.

'I'm also guessin'
he'll be comin' back tonight'

or tomorrow morning
at the latest

while everything's still fresh.

Well, then, I am leaving.

Corporal.

Remove Mr. Maverick's side arm
and take his rifle.

I hereby declare a state
of emergency and martial law.

On roaming around
those hills out there

you constitute a danger
to this fort

because you know that
corporal and me are here.

Now, why don't you
stick around, Mr. Maverick

and be my prisoner?

Yeah, it's too bad
we can't defend this fort

if and when
those Sioux come back.

If worst comes to worst,
we can put a few rounds

into Runnin' Horse
before he gets us.

Corporal.

'Station yourself
near the blockhouse.'

'If you hear any noise at all,
you come runnin' back here.'

Uh, sergeant.

You don't mean for us to..

How do you say it?

Sell our lives
as dearly as possible?

If that bloody Sioux chief
gets his nation into war

a lot of good people,
white and red, are gonna suffer.

'Now, it's my job.'

It's our job to do everything
we can to stop it.

Dealer's choice.

We can't fight 'em,
we won't run.

We can't hide
if they burn the place down.

All we can do is just sit here..

Hey, wait a minute.

All we've to do is
keep them away

until the regiment
gets back, right?

That's all.

How'd you like to celebrate
a holiday early this year?

Just for them?

- A holiday?
- 'Yeah.'

They're out there, sarge,
about half mile away.

Uh, Mr. Maverick
had an idea.

You're gonna have to be
very brave and calm.

When I get out in the yard,
I'll explain everything to you.

But you're gonna have to do
exactly as I say, understand?

- Okay, let's go.
- Wait, Maverick, now listen.

If anything goes wrong,
we both try for Runnin' Horse.

- Only way I'll go along.
- Alright, it's a deal.

This wheel closes the gate, see.
Now, you're gonna hide here.

When you hear a shot, count
three and then start turning.

Don't worry, kid.
You'll be alright.

Just do what I say.

This is the work
of a few warriors.

When the braves will follow you

we number in the hundreds.

You abide my decision to war
and call all your fighting men.

Within a few days,
we will number in the thousands.

We will fight and destroy.

And make the pillaging
of our land so costly

to the white men
that they will leave.

The long knives
are not invincible.

'We will drive them out
or kill them.'

Tear down their banner.

We will drag it in
the dust behind us.

Look.

Beautiful rendition, sergeant,
and very effective.

Hey, what happened?
Who shot the Indian?

Where did the music come from?

Ghosts, corporal.
Ghosts and evil spirits.

Come on, let's take a look.

I bet that's
Runnin' Horse himself

wondering what
the devil happened.

I hope you can think up
some more tricks

in case they come back
for another look in the mornin'.

I've already thought
of something, sarge.

We cannot fight
devils and spirits.

Silence!

Since when do the Sioux
run like children

at the shadows of the night?

A shot is not a shadow.

And the wind did not
close the gates.

And only the
long knives blow the bugles.

It is true.
We cannot fight spirits.

But those were men.

And dead men do not
fire rifles or make noises.

Tomorrow with the sun,
we shall return

and see what there is to see.

Tomorrow with the sun,
I'm taking my warriors

and returning to
our women and children.

- I too will leave.
- Wait.

I called this council for
three days and you all agreed.

Two days remain.

If in that time
I've not explained

what we've seen tonight..

Then you are free to go.

We did agree.
Three days.

Then, tomorrow with the sun
we will return.

You can begin, maestro.

'If we wait any longer'

'they might decide
to take a closer look.'

You want me to play
another chorus?

'I even know another tune.'

'Mess call.'

'They're turnin'
and leavin', sergeant.'

'Anymore of that
magnificent playing'

might attract them back,
ghosts or not.

Besides, this whitewash is hard
on my delicate complexion.

Council is over, Running Horse.

No.
We have one more day.

But you have no words to speak
about the ghost soldiers.

No one here to listen
Is this council?

Let them come out
of their lodges.

Let them hear me speak.

They have no heart
for your words. Let them go.

No. I have one day left.

They will spend that day
also in their lodges.

They wish to hear no more.

The soldiers do not die.

They fall to
the ground and rest.

Then, they ride again.

We cannot conquer such spirits.

Spirits?

When I rode to the fort
with my braves

and I ran my lance through the
heart of soldier after soldier

do you not think they died?

I know they did.

I felt them die at my hands.

And I do not fear them.

Then you have more courage
than your brother.

We will stay another day
as agreed.

But we are all ready now

to leave this land to the
soldiers who will not die.

Before you is a white man
spirit soldier.

One of the invincible
long knives who dies

and comes alive again.

A true spirit would not cry out.
Do you agree?

A true spirit would not bleed.
Do you agree?

Let us see what I've brought

from the long knives'
stronghold.

Let us examine this spirit
who shows fear on his face.

No!

No! No! No!

Maverick, Daggott's gone.

- You mean he took off?
- No. He wouldn't run away.

He would've taken this.
This is his rifle.

If he wouldn't leave,
what do you think?

I think one of 'em Indians
caught himself a ghost.

Now, Halloween's
almost over, Maverick.

You have decided?

We will ride behind you,
Running Horse.

His medicine
was not strong enough

to free him during the night.

Or to heal his bleeding body.
He is not a ghost.

Then, prepare your men
for battle against the others

who dared to trick the Sioux.

We will take him with us.

Let them all die
within the fort.

Cut him down.

Another day, another dollar.

I keep wondering
what happened to Daggott.

- My guess is...
- Try not to think about it.

Yeah, that's the best way,
I suppose.

Well, I asked for this life.

All in all, I suppose
I'm better off and happier

than I would've been
in the New Jersey fish market.

'Ever been to New Jersey,
Maverick?'

'On the waterfront, I mean?'

Nope, never have.

You'd have joined the army too.

The army's full of folks
from the Jersey waterfront.

Just somethin' about that place.

I was fixin'
to get Daggott a job

workin' in my old man's
fish market.

Just to show him how much
better off he was here.

Now they know.

They know they've been tricked.

Why don't we just light out?

If we make it to the brush,
we might have a chance.

'I knew a fellow who walked
through the Cherokee Nation'

stark naked and never even saw
so much as an Indian.

Well, we got guns,
clothes, everything you need.

- Too late now.
- What?

Look.

Hey, Indians don't ride
like that. That's cavalry.

Oh, I wish I had my bugle here.
I'd toot 'em in.

We saved it just like I said.
We saved the fort.

- Wonder where the rest are?
- They're in the back someplace.

I better get down
and open that gate.

Can't leave our rescuers
waitin' out in the cold.

Sargent Baines, Fourth Cavalry.
For escort duty, sir.

Lieutenant Jennings
from the Sixth.

And we're glad to see you.

'How long before the
regiment's expected to arrive?'

Where is Colonel Parkinson?
Who's in charge here?

Well, sir,
Colonel Parkinson's dead and..

I guess I'm in charge.

Sergeant Watts, take two men
and inspect the fort.

Alright, sergeant.
Explain the situation.

Yes, sir.

And that's when
Mr. Maverick and myself saw

your squad comin'
out of the woods.

That's all, sergeant.
Thank you.

Oh, say, lieutenant.

You didn't say when
the rest were comin'.

Captain Harriman
and all the soldiers.

Major Harrington and the
regiment are not in the area.

I do not expect them for
at least three days.

Um... he's kinda young.

Yeah.

'Lieutenant?'

Could I have a word
with you, please... sir?

Yes, Mr. Maverick,
but please be brief.

Uh, sir, did you
understand everything

that Sergeant Baines told you?

Uh, described to you
the situation, that is?

Certainly.

Did you understand
that Running Horse

and several hundred Sioux
are likely

to be back here any moment
mad as can be?

Did you understand
that, lieutenant?

Certainly.

Oh!

Sergeant, have the bugler
sound assembly.

He doesn't understand English.

He's an army officer.

Men, you've seen the disaster
here at Fort Burnside.

The enemy's rumored
to be in the area

and capable of another attack.

Because of Fort Burnside's
strategic position

it must be held at all costs.

You're also aware of the
impending conflict

with the Sioux.

Therefore, we must
set an example.

Show them the stuff the
United States Army is made of.

I'm depending on you.

Sergeant, deploy the troops..

Squad about the fort and
the best defensive positions.

Use your own discretion.
I'll be in my quarters.

There, that house over there.

Lieutenant,
that's the stable, sir.

Oh, very well, then.
The one with the beige door.

Well, Sergeant Baines?

It takes all kinds
to make a world.

Since we're about to leave
said world, shall we go

through that beige door
and make one last try

to pound some sense
into that greenhead?

Lead on, Mr. Maverick.

Don't you know
how to knock, sergeant?

Uh, talk to me, lieutenant.
I'm a civilian.

And you're right,
we should be knocking.

We should be knockin'
your stubborn head in.

Close the door, Baines.

Are you threatening me,
Mr. Maverick?

Oh, I don't have
to threaten you, sonny.

Those hills are full of Indians.
They're threatening you.

And me and everybody else
in the fort.

Now, normally
I don't like to fight.

I've tried to go through life
without fighting

but if that life is about to end
and I don't want it to end..

Then I'm willin' to fight

so I can go on living
without having to fight.

Do you follow that?

And just who do you
propose to fight? Me?

Oh, you'd do for a start
unless you change your mind

about trying to defend this fort
with 10 or 12 men.

You see, I deal in odds and
the odds are about 1000 to 1.

I think we ought to throw our
cards and try another game.

So now you suggest we run?

We're soldiers, Mr. Maverick,
and it's our duty to remain...

Let me phrase it another way.

Why don't we just blow recall
and have a strategic withdrawal?

- Is that better?
- No.

I've given that plan
consideration.

Undoubtedly, the fort
is under surveillance.

Any attempted running
would be disastrous.

To be caught in the open
against a force so powerful

well, it would be suicide.

Well, you just suit yourself.

Me, I'd rather have
a run for my money.

If you just let me leave,
give me a horse

or rather, Sargent Baines
and myself.

'He's escorting me
to Fort McKittridge'

and we'd just be following
orders, sort of.

Thanks, Maverick,
but I'll stay. I mean it.

Thank you for the try.

Sir, Indians, there's hundreds
of them out there in the plain.

'They're just sittin' there.'

They must still be
a little spooked

or they'd ride right on end.

Bring up the prisoner.

I will return him
to his companions myself.

They will see what happens
to enemies of the Sioux Nation.

If we could scare them again.

If we could let 'em see 12
ghost soldiers instead of three.

What do you suggest,
Mr. Maverick?

Painting my men with whitewash.

That won't work again.
Not now.

Let us now make sport
with these men

who pretend to be ghosts.

Hear, spirits.
Here is one of your kind.

One who cries out like a woman.

This is what will happen to all
long knives in the Sioux Nation.

'We will attack!'

Yeah, I'd been elected.

The sight of all these Indians
made the lieutenant

more agreeable to any plan
I might have.

As long as he didn't have
to order one of his men

to carry out that plan.
So that left me.

After all, if some whitewash
and a bugle scared them

this should frighten 'em
to death.

Why shouldn't they be scared?
It even scares me.

Come, attack!

That's it,
boys. Don't listen to him.

Go on, shoo.

Maybe one last clincher.

Wait. Wait and watch.

This time I will cut the body
into pieces.

More tricks. Another man.

Hey, what-what?

What the..

You fainted.

- Did they leave?
- Every last one of them.

Except Runnin' Horse.
You struck him dead center.

Even his own tribe
wouldn't pick him up.

I'd like to shake your hand,
Mr. Maverick.

You've saved our lives,
this fort

and the whole territory
from a terrible and bloody war.

Well, that was nothing,
lieutenant.

I always try to help matters
wherever I go.

Yeah, speaking of goin',
if you'd just loan me a horse

I promised my brother,
I'd pay him a visit.

Sargent Baines has already
requested two horses.

- You may leave any time.
- Well, thank you, lieutenant.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick.

- You goin' my way, Baine?
- Or vice versa.

I think we could get
to McKittridge

in about two days now.

McKittridge
and the board of inquiry?

Hmm-mmm. Seeing what a
tricky man you are, Mr. Maverick

why, you just might
get away from me.

Oh, Baines. I wouldn't think
of such a thing.

Oh, I know you wouldn't think
about it, Mr. Maverick.

Just comes sorta naturally.

I was right glad lieutenant
was gonna let it go

at a mere handshake.

I mean, if I was to get a medal
out of this ruckus

my pappy would never speak
to me again.

♪ 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 a 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 ♪

♪ Fair 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 ♪

♪ Fair 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 ♪♪