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Come on.

Finish him, finish him,
finish him!

Refreshments,
Mr. West?

Thank you, General Baldwin.

Excellent fight,
Hendricks.

You're a credit
to company B.

Lieutenant Carter, a fine
string of fighters this month.

Why, thank you, sir.
Baker company's been practicing.

Well, meet James West.

Mr. West tells me that he spent
some time in the ring himself.

How do you do?

We find it to be a first-rate
conditioner for the men.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
there's another bout coming up.

I think the rest of you should
know why Mr. West is here.

It seems the government
is unhappy

with Indian relations
in the territory.

Mr. West and his partner
Mr. Gordon

are here to find out
what the problem is.

My own sentiments
are no secret.

The only good Indians
are those

in front of cigar stores
and dead ones.

I don't agree with you, general.

I think the American Indian

has made a tremendous
contribution to this country.

Hey, soldier.

Over here, soldier.

You want something, ma'am?

Oconee.

Yes, general?

I want you to meet
the Indian Department's

answer to the problem.

Oconee is liaison man
between us and the Indians.

How do you do, Oconee?

It seems Mr. West
has a touching faith

in your hordes
of murdering vermin.

I'm sure that Oconee
is aware that

we have a peace treaty
with the Indians,

and according
to my sources,

they have no intention
of breaking it.

Mr. West,
as long as our nation

has entrusted me
with the responsibility

of protecting
our gallant settlers,

my official policy
will always be

that the only time
we can lower our guard

is when there isn't one single
solitary redskin left alive.

Land sakes!

What a sea of long faces.

Mr. West.

Oh, it's so seldom
we Army women

get a chance to talk
to someone from civilization.

Oh, Daddy, I call upon you to
yield this prisoner to me, sir.

I question your wisdom in taking
prisoners, but I yield.

Fie on you, Mr. West.
You've been hiding from me.

Oh, not really.

Your father wanted to speak
with me after dinner.

That's all Daddy the general
has on his mind; his work.

You know, sometimes I wish
he wasn't the most handsome

and heroic man
in the country.

Ever since he killed
all those Indians,

people just worship him.

He never has time for fun.

Well, that's
the price of fame.

"Main event of the evening,

"Private Stanislaus Heron
of company A

fighting Corporal Kanji White
of company B."

May the better man win.

Oh, Mr. West, if I see any more
bloodshed this evening,

I'll just die.

Couldn't we just step outside
for a breath of fresh air?

I'd like to, Aimee,
but this is the main event.

Mr. West, please.

All right.

Where are you going,
Miss Aimee?

I'm going to get air,
lieutenant.

Well, you can't go now.

You're going to miss
one of my best fighters.

How many other fellas
like Lieutenant Carter

do you have dangling
on a string?

Now, that's a military secret,
Mr. West.

Make a wish.

After you.

That would be
a little ol' waste of time,

when everything I could
possibly wish for

is sitting right here-

Aimee.

You move in fast,
don't you, mister?

Well, we've got
range laws here,

so do your grazing
someplace else.

Lieutenant, I think
we ought to talk-

Talk? I don't want to talk.
I just want to fix-

Put 'em up!

Some soldiers here!

Indians, everybody!
Indians!

Jim...

they left one behind.

I didn't realize Aimee
was such a good shot.

You still don't know it.

She may have shot at him.
She didn't kill him.

Go on.

This one's been dead
over an hour.

Oconee! Oconee!

Where's that half-breed

who's supposed to keep peace
with the Indians?

Get over here.

A message for your chief.

You tell Strong Bear
if any of his brave move

one more inch
in our direction,

I'll fertilize
the Western badlands

with their hides and bones,
you hear?

I hear, General.

But if I may make a suggestion,
you should take a-

You presume to make
suggestions to me?

Why, you-

General.

West, I wish you were
in my command.

Pity, isn't it, sir?

You put that knife away.

I was weaned from the white man
a long time ago, Mr. West.

I can do without your help...

and your orders.

All right, you-

Mr. President.

Don't shoot, boys.
The country's got problems,

but this isn't the way
to solve them.

Welcome aboard, sir.

Jim. Artemus.
It's good to see you both.

It's funny, I didn't notice
a single one of your aides

standing outside.

You didn't?
No, sir.

It just so happens that
I managed to escape them.

I wanted to come by and just
have a little social visit,

pass the time of day,
and find out at firsthand

how the Mighty Titan's
making out.

Titan, sir?

Yes, Titus Ord Baldwin,

Major General
of the United States Calvary.

Still as impressive as ever,
I suppose.

Oh, very much so,
sir, yes.

I'm not surprised,
that's one of the things

that the Mighty Titan
always did best.

That's what we used to
call him at West Point.

We were classmates.
Did you know that?

No, sir.
No, sir.

He graduated with honors,
top athlete,

face and figure
like a Greek god,

most popular, most gifted,

voted the cadet
most likely to succeed.

Baldwin's got everything
he ever set his sights on,

except the Presidency
of the United States,

and he's not too far away
from getting that right now.

America, the land
of opportunity.

Sit down.

Thank you, sir.

Now, the only flea
on the hound...

is that General
Titus Ord Baldwin

is bound and determined
to sail his way into office

on a small ocean
of Indian blood.

We, uh, saw some evidence
of that, sir.

Very recently too.

Uh, if I may be
so bold as to ask

a question of you,
Mr. President-

Why don't I take away
his command, right?

Why don't I fire
the man, hmm?

Right.

If I did that, I'd play
right into his hands.

Ever since he chewed up
the Cheyenne at Wolf Mountain,

he's been man of the hour

in certain steamier
political circles.

There's a lot of people
that think right now

he'd make a mighty
good president.

Oh... and if you fired him,
you'd be accused

of making it a totally
political move, of course.

That's right.

Good luck, sir.

Yes.

The government, the country,

would be torn apart
with controversy.

It would ensure
his election,

and then he could proceed
to exterminate the Indian

without anyone
lifting a finger to stop him.

He's well on his way
to that now, sir.

An hour ago, five braves
attacked the fort.

A very strange attack
it was too, sir.

One of the braves was dead
before the raid even began.

And another one,
a live one,

had a dolphin tattooed
on his wrist.

That's not
an Indian decoration, is it?

I wouldn't think so, sir.

What about the Indian
that was dead earlier?

How do you account for that?

Well, we've got a theory
about that, Mr. President.

We think that
he was murdered

somewhere off the fort,

and the body was dragged on
and dumped there.

It's beginning to sound like

someone wants us to think
that Strong Bear is trying

to break his treaty
with the government.

That's our opinion, sir.

See, we know that
the dead Indian

was one of
Strong Bear's braves,

but we're not at all sure about
the identity of the other four.

It may be a very fruitful avenue
of investigation, sir.

Strong Bear
must keep the peace.

He must, regardless
of the provocation.

And after tonight, there'll be
plenty, if I know Baldwin.

West, Gordon,

I want you to deliver
another message to Strong Bear

explaining that to him
in the strongest possible terms.

Another message, sir?

We've already
sent him three.

May I ask what his response was
to the others?

I don't know.

None of the carriers
ever returned.

Oh, Mr. West!

Mr. West! Yoo-hoo!

Honestly, did you ever see

a more perfect day
for a picnic?

You mean, a picnic
for you and me?

I declare,
what an old tease you are.

By the way,
do you like rum cake?

Now, would it matter
if I didn't?

Oh, goodness, no.

We'd still have petit fours
and cucumber sandwiches

and watercress
and strawberry jam.

Uh, this young lady
annoying you, mister?

Oh, that's all right,

I don't want to press charges,
lieutenant, uh...

Greeley, fifth cavalry.
Just transferred in.

I declare,
young gals today

are getting more headstrong
and impulsive every minute.

Now run along, gal.

Headstrong? Impulsive?

I'll have you know you're
sassin' Miss Aimee Baldwin.

Baldwin? Baldwin?

You related to Enoch Baldwin,
a lance corporal?

No, just the daughter
of the fort commander.

And when Daddy the General

hears the way
you just spoke to me,

he'll have you drawn
and quartered, Mr. Neeley.

Uh, Greeley. Greeley.

Well, now, I sure do
regret that, ma'am,

because that would look
just terrible

in my daddy's newspaper,
wouldn't it?

Newspaper.

You don't mean
your daddy's Horace Greeley?

Why, you guessed it.

Oh, well, Daddy just loves
the New York Herald.

Well, now, isn't that
a coincidence?

So does my daddy.

Only he happens
to be the editor

of the Mobile Alabama,
Weekly Gazette.

Mr. West! Oh, Mr. West!

What do you want?

I want to see Strong Bear,

and I want you
to take me to him.

You're one of
General Baldwin's men.

Why don't you ask him?
What do you really want?

Peace.

Unless you take me
to see Strong Bear,

there's a very final war
in the offering for your people.

My people?

Who are my people, Mr. West?

I'm a half-breed, remember?

Because of that,
you're willing to let

the whole Sioux people
go to war?

Not only willing...

but eager.

Now find yourself
another guide.

Aimee, stay still.

Perfectly still.

Still, Aimee.
They want you to move.

But-

So far they're
missing you on purpose.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not. I'm terrified.

Enough! Let 'em go!

West, that meeting
you wanted...

I'll arrange for it.

Why?

Call it my admiration
for your style under pressure.

Then there's the matter
of your intervention

with the general
the other night,

a small favor
I never asked for,

but nevertheless,
I appreciate.

When do we leave?

We don't.

I'll arrange
to have Strong Bear

at the Sulphur Springs Cave
at 8:00.

You be there too.

All right.

You hate me, don't you?

Naturally.

No, you're just saying that
to be nice.

Down deep, you really do
hate me, don't you?

If you say so.

What I mean is if I-
If I hadn't insisted

on trailing after you
the way I did,

well, we wouldn't have
had that horrible run-in

with those grizzly
old redskins.

Aimee, if you hadn't insisted
on trailing after me,

I probably wouldn't
have gotten something

I wanted very much
from Oconee.

Well, then you mean
you don't hate me?

I'll go so far
as to say I...like you.

As you were, sergeant.

Sheesh...

Pretty scruffy little post
you got here,

if you don't mind
my saying so.

Yes, sir,
I've seen them all,

and this is easily
the scruffiest.

You transferring in,
lieutenant?

I'm afraid so.

If you'll be good enough
to sign this duty roster.

Why, of course, sergeant.
Thank you.

Thank you, sergeant.

The, uh, colonel in?

Uh, no, sir, but I expect him
back soon, though.

Fine, I'll just wait
in his office-

No, sir.

Excuse me, lieutenant,

but the colonel don't like
for no one to do that.

Besides, it's locked.

Oh, all right.
Just tell Uncle Ted that I-

I mean, tell the colonel

that I was in to see him,
would you?

Uh, excuse me, sir.

The colonel?
He's your uncle?

My uncle?

Of course not, sergeant.

Whatever gave you that idea?

I can't imagine,
lieutenant.

You just wait right here,
lieutenant.

Uh, I'll tell the colonel
you're here.

Fine. Fine.
Thank you, sergeant.

What the devil do you mean

telling the sergeant
I'm your uncle?

My uncle?

Why, colonel, I distinctly
told the sergeant

you were not my uncle.

Lieutenant,
you told me that, but-

Goodness, what an adventure
this morning was.

I can't wait to tell Daddy

how you rescued me
from those, those savages.

I wish you wouldn't
do that.

Oh, Mr. West, now, modesty
in its proper place,

but credit where credit
is due, I always say.

Aimee, the fuse has been
laid to an Indian war.

If you tell your father
what happened,

it could be the match
to ignite that fuse.

Can't we stop
for just a little minute?

All right.
Just for a minute.

Well, fiddlesticks.

Now, you are a hero,
and I intend to see

that you get decorated
for bravery.

Aimee,
don't you understand?

No, I guess you don't.

Well, all right.

It's too bad we won't be
seeing each other anymore.

Why, whatever do you mean?

Well, Aimee, figure it out
for yourself.

if I become a hero,

you'll have to tell
your father I saw Oconee,

and you know how
he feels about Oconee.

I'll be barred
from the fort,

maybe even the territory.

Oh, well,
that'd be terrible,

And how odiously likely too.

Well, then it will be
our own little secret,

forever and ever.

Good. Then it's settled.

On one condition.

That being?

Would it be all right

if I called you James
instead of Mr. West?

Aimee, we better
get out of here.

Oh, Daddy, wait till I tell you
what happened to me today.

Silence, Aimee.

Mr. West...

for the better part
of a morning,

I've been sending out
search parties

for my missing daughter,

prepared for
and fighting against

all the fears of a parent,

which I can see now
were completely justified.

With your permission, sir.

All right, colonel.

Place Mr. West under
maximum security arrest.

Aimee.

♪ Oh, a froggy did a-courtin'
Go a-who ♪

♪ A froggy did
A-courtin' go- ♪

Make sure that you got that
latched up real good, soldier.

Now, hold on there, soldier.

Let's... let's just
watch that, shall we?

I beg your pardon?

The recent unpleasantness
is over.

I am on your side now.

There's no call to go looking
for trouble.

Now look here-

You tripped me, sir.

I don't know
how you can tell

in your present condition,
but if you say so, I apologize.

Now, hold on, hold on.

What do you mean,
my present condition?

Are you trying to insinuate
that I am drunk, sir?

I happen to be an officer
and a gentleman, sir.

I have never been sober
in my whole- In my whole life.

Now what do you say to that?

One word of advice,
go sleep it off.

Wait a minute.

Do you realize
who you're talking to?

Do you?

That is im-irrevelant
and immaterial.

I happen to be a lieutenant.

And the point is,
you can't tell me what to do.

You're right.
It's your problem.

You handle it
your own way.

Now hold on here.

I ain't through
with you yet.

Lieutenant,

you're beginning
to try my patience.

If you don't let go
of that uniform,

you're under arrest.

Under ar-
You have no authority

to tell me to do anything!

Soldier, place this
officer under arrest,

charged with
insubordination.

Wait a- I-I-

I tell you, sir,

you are making
a terrible error.

I am innocent.

Just locking you up
till you cool off.

There's nothing
to cool off from.

I have never drawn a more
sober breath in my-

You, sir. You tell them.

Do I look drunk to you?

Come on, lieutenant,
get ahold of yourself.

I tell you, you're making
a terrible error!

That man was neither
an officer nor a gentleman!

This would never happen

if General Lee
was still in command!

Artie, what did you find out
about the raid last night?

It's all right.

We're the only two guests
in the hotel.

Oh, fine.

Well, it's just
as we figured;

the Boston Tea Party
all over again,

only these men
were soldiers.

Very convenient.

Yeah... they ducked out
of the back

of Colonel Rath's office
redskins,

did their dirty work,

came back in again
to Colonel Rath's office,

changed back
to cavalry uniform.

Neat, but not gaudy.

Well, then it's what
we suspected... a staged raid

to make it look like Strong Bear
was breaking the treaty.

Right, so that the moral
of the story to draw is

the only good Indian
is a dead Indian.

Colonel Rath... what did
you find out about him?

He graduated
from West Point,

number 92 in a class of 93.

Past 10 years, he's been
General Baldwin's aide.

Artie, do you think that Baldwin
is calling the shots?

I don't know anybody else
who has more to gain, do you?

I mean, if you want to be
president, what better way

than by kissing babies
and killing Indians?

Yeah.

Well, maybe I can
throw a little sand

in the general's
political career.

Oconee has arranged
a meeting, Artie,

with Strong Bear
for me tonight

at Sulphur Springs Cave.

Oh, that's fine.

Jim?

Yeah?

Listen, whatever you do,

I don't want you
to think about

those three other men
that General Grant sent

to contact Strong Bear.

No, I won't.

I mean, just because
he put them to the stake

doesn't necessarily mean
he's going to kill you too.

No, it doesn't.

You just forget them.

Yeah, I will.

Don't dwell on them.

No, Artie, I won't.

Just put those poor devils
right out of your mind.

Artie, all right!

By the way...

Artie, how do you
plan to escape?

Oh, the usual way...

Guile. Cunning.

Trickery.

Why, Miss Baldwin.

Why, Mr. Neeley.

Uh, Greeley.

I don't suppose you know
where James-

Mr. West- is.

Uh, well, as a matter
of fact,

he's not seeing
any visitors today, you see,

so, uhh, why don't you
come back later, huh?

Much later.

Why, he's escaped!

Well, I will be hornswoggled,
so he has.

Oh, dear,
that ruins everything.

It does?

Why, of course. I almost
had Daddy the general

talked into letting
Mr. West out.

Oh.

He didn't say where
he was going, did he?

Well, no. You see,
he left in such a hurry.

Oh, dear. I'll just have to
go out and find him

and bring him back here,

so that Daddy the general
can order his release.

Otherwise, he'll be
shot on sight.

Well, uh, Miss Baldwin,
if I may be so bold

as to make a suggestion...

Well, of course.

Why don't you just sort of
not mention anything at all

to Daddy the general
about Mr. West's escape?

Why, that would be downright
deceitful in a way.

Well, uh, well, yes,
it would in a way,

but on the other hand,

it might save
Mr. West's life,

in a way.

well, now, in that case,
a herd of wild butterflies

couldn't drag the truth
out of me.

Good...

Uh, now, may I suggest to you
that you leave

before the guard comes back here
and discovers that.

You know,

I've never kept a secret
from Daddy the general before.

No?

No. And it makes me
feel so... so wicked.

Bye.

Oh, there you are.

Say, how about
some grub, eh?

What are you doing in here?

Well, I'm starving
is what I'm doing.

What do you say,
soldier, eh?

How about trotting out
a little grub?

Where's Lieutenant Greeley?

I don't know, is he supposed to
bring my vittles down to me?

Look, there's supposed to be
a lieutenant in this cell.

There's nobody here but me,
and I'm sure hungry, soldier.

What do you say, huh?

How about trotting out
a little bit of grub?

I guess they must have
taken him someplace else.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute,
what are you doing there?

What are you doing?

No, sir! No, sir,
you're not opening this door

and taking me out.

You let go of that!

No, sir, I won't.

Let go of the door!

I don't know
how you got in here,

but you ain't getting
no handouts off of this fort,

now you get out here!

No, sir. I was brought in here
all right and legal.

I ain't gonna leave until
I get my vittles, so there.

Wait a minute,
what are you doing now?

You change your mind?

Wait a minute...

Now, where's that fellow who
brought me in here yesterday?

He ain't on duty now.

Well, you go ahead
and fetch him, he'll tell you.

I'm a dangerous criminal.

I'm a murderer.

I can't be out of jail.

You gotta keep me in jail,
'cause I'll kill people!

I'm terribly dangerous
to leave out,

and you know that.

No, sir!

Back over there!

Let go of that bench!

You give me a roll!

Time to give up!

Get out of here!

Get out of here!

Greetings, West.

I have waited for you.

Greetings, Strong Bear.
Are you well?

I am old, but I am alive.

You want to talk with me?

I bring you greetings
from President Grant.

Strong Bear, he's concerned
over a rumor he heard

that you might break
the treaty.

Is that true?

Such talk is a lie.

The president will be
delighted to hear that.

There was an attack on the fort
by Indians yesterday.

A soldier was killed.

The news of that
came to me,

but they were not
of my people.

That, too, will delight
the president.

Disappointed, West?

I promised you Strong Bear.

He killed our great leader
Strong Bear!

Aah!

Goodness gracious, James,

whatever are you doing
down there?

This little piggy
went to market

and this little piggy
stayed home

and this little piggy
had roast beef

and this little piggy had...

What were you doing
down there?

The last person
to ask me that question

didn't wait for an answer.

Who was that?

Sweet Aimee.

Is she involved in this?

Up to her sweet neck.
And there's more.

Strong bear is in there
with a knife in his back.

Oconee has convinced
the Indians

that I murdered him.

Ahh, that's what it was.

I figured it would be
something like that.

He's called the conclave
of the Sioux war chiefs.

If he gets them riled up, we're
really in for a blood bath.

Where do you think
they're headed, Artie?

An educated guess, I say
the flats around Temple Canyon.

That's the traditional
burial grounds across the lake.

Come on.

Welcome to a funeral,
Mr. West.

Strong Bear's.

And your own.

Actually, it'll save a lot
of messy explanations,

having you killed
on Indian land.

Now don't you agree?

That's a stroke of genius.

You know, I never realized

what an accomplished
rabble-rouser Oconee was

until I saw him work.

He's really rather good,
isn't he?

Oh, he's a master...

in, uhh...
in his own way.

And I assume he was the one

that stuck the knife
in Strong Bear's back.

It couldn't have been Aimee.

So you know about Aimee.

But does
"daddy the general"?

Does he realize that
she's his campaign manager?

Baldwin is a fool.

He thinks all it takes
to be president

is just to announce
that he wants the job.

What's his reaction
gonna be

when he finds out
what tactics you employed

in his presidential campaign?

After he's the chief executive,
it will no longer matter.

Now, Mr. West, you are
beginning to bore me.

Greetings, brothers.

Listen to me.

That man's not chief!
He's an imposter!

Don't you realize
it's a trick?

Oconee speaks
with tongue of snake.

I, Strong Bear,
say to you,

throw down your weapons

and return to your tepees.

That man is an imposter!

Look.

Come back!

Come back,
it's a white man's trick!

Mr. Gordon did a good job
impersonating the dead.

Now, what do you do,
Mr. West?

The question is
what are you gonna do?

There aren't any more bullets
in that gun.

Let's not, Mr. Gordon.

They're doing so well
just the way they are,

don't you think?

Let her go, Artie.

There's a lot of room to run,
but no place to go.

We'll get her later.

So knowing how much store
the Indians set by the spirits,

I figured that if Strong Bear
had shown up,

Oconee had lost the game.

Why, I think that's
the bravest thing

I ever heard of;

just risking your lives
like that.

And all because of that
little snip of a girl

wanting her daddy
to be president.

And how come that
General Baldwin

didn't know
what was going on?

Well, he was so preoccupied
with destroying the Indians,

he didn't have time to realize

he was being used
by other people.

Listen, enough conversation
about the past.

Let us simply discuss
the present. Ladies-

Artie?

Uh, ladies, would you
be good enough

to just step back here
for a moment, please?

We really won't be very long.
Thank you.

There we are.

Mr. President.

Artemus.

Ah, Jim.
Sir.

Gentlemen, I waited until
you got back to Washington

to thank you personally
for what you've done.

You saved us from
a very dangerous situation.

Well, thank you
very much, sir.

Sir, would you care
for some wine?

Why, thank you. I-

No, thank you.

Oh, but I do have something
very interesting

I'd like to read to you.

Jackson?

"The undersigned,
having been duly commissioned

"by the President
of the United States

"on the 2nd of
September, 1846,

"hereby requests his resignation
from said commission

"be favorably considered
for the following reasons:

"A. The traitorous acts

"of a commissioned officer
in my command

"and the discredit
to which these acts bring upon

"the Army of the United States.

"B. My desire to retire
from the military

"to devote myself to my family
as a private citizen.

"Request release
from active duty

"effective the 6th
of April, 1874.

"Respectfully signed,
Titus Ord Baldwin,

general of the 19th Calvary."

Needless to say,
I shall honor his request.

Of course,
Mr. President.

Well, thanks again
for everything,

and good night.

Good night to you,
Mr. President.

Good night to you, too,
ladies.

Was that really
President Grant?

Oh, just imagine, the president
himself coming to your train.

Yeah, he's very good
about that.

My goodness, he could at least
have given you

some kind of reward
for all you did.

Well, he said he'd leave that
up to you girls.

Well, now, I think
that's a splendid idea.