Original subtitles

You're officer material, Maverick.

Gentlemen, I give you a toast.

To the bravest man I've ever met.

"Maverick!"

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

Forward ho!

Do you have any realization, Maverick

of the costs involved in rescuing your person?

Planning on sending me a bill, colonel?

I wouldn't have been out here alone

if you hadn't booted me off the post.

You know the regulations regarding

gambling on government property?

Yeah, don't win. All the same.

I owe you my thanks for happening along when you did.

I never happen to be anywhere.

I've been ordered north on a matter

of gravest government concern.

You have caused me needless delay en route.

Needless?

I found Mr. Maverick's horse, colonel.

Thanks.

Well, colonel, I'll, uh, be moving on.

Any place you'll be moving is with us.

I'm taking you into protective custody.

I refuse to permit you to engage these hostiles again.

But I was heading for St. Louis.

My orders read for Dakota City.

Oh, that's near the Canadian border.

Your geography is correct.

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

That all you do? Loiter around gambling houses?

Home is where the heart is.

Alright let's move out, men! That's an order!

Forward ho!

Ho?

Ho-ho.

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

Trooper!

Your button's undone. Put yourself on report.

That's an order!

Colonel, sir, your tent is ready.

Hm.

Mm-hmm.

Summon Maverick. That's an order!

Yes, sir.

Are these your cards, sergeant?

That's right.

Why bother to deal 'em facedown?

Why not face-up?

Are you daffy?

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

Well, then we'd be even with you.

Are you accusing me of something?

The, uh, three of clubs.

The jack of diamonds.

A nine of spades.

Not much of a hand. Shall I go on?

Readers!

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

Nobody ever accused me of cheating before.

Well, maybe nobody ever caught you before.

Now, now, now. Hold it, sergeant.

I'm in protective custody.

Now you can't damage me. I'm government property.

- I'm making you obsolete. - Mm!

I don't like interfering in a personal quarrel.

- Mr. Maverick. - You go right ahead.

But the colonel wants to see you.

Oh.

Attention! That's an order!

About-face!

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

The name's Orson. Orson Holt.

You sent for me, colonel?

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

We arrive at the fort tomorrow, Maverick. You're free to go.

In fact, I insist you do go. You can stay in Dakota City.

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

Hm. You might change your mind.

Tell me, have you ever gambled with Irishmen?

Colonel, I've gambled with every nationality in the world.

Including the Irish. Why?

Oh, nothing at all. You're dismissed.

Yes, mein kapitan.

Irishmen.

What are you so jumpy about?

You know what we've got in those wagons.

If that colonel of yours found out--

Now you let me do the worrying.

You just deliver the goods tomorrow

and your part will be over.

When is the payoff?

Soon as I get it from the Irishmen.

Mm, beats me what they want those for.

What do you care? We're making a fat profit, aren't we?

I'll draw you a map of where the barn is.

Now back to "Maverick."

- Yes? - Good evening.

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

Without a bath. It isn't possible.

You mean to tell me the hotel is filled?

All 50 rooms.

Oh, no!

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The gray dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The lark from her light wing ♪

♪ The bright dew is shakin' ♪

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ What slumbering still? ♪

♪ Oh hast thou forgotten ♪

♪ How soon we must sever? ♪

♪ Oh hast thou forgotten ♪

♪ This day we must part? ♪

♪ It may be for years ♪

♪ And it may be forever ♪

♪ Oh why art thou silent ♪

♪ Thou voice of my heart? ♪

♪ It may be for years ♪

♪ And it may be forever ♪

♪ Then why art thou ♪

♪ Silent ♪

♪ Kathleen ♪

♪ Mavourneen? ♪♪

You're not a music lover?

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

over and over again.

If it isn't "Kathleen Mavourneen"

it's "The Minstrel Boy."

Irish songs.

Well, they ain't fandangos.

A week ago this hotel was almost empty.

Let's see, we had a Anderson

a Perkins, a couple of Smiths, a Swenson

uh and, of course, a salesman from Scranton.

But things are different now.

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

"Murphy, Malone, McGuire, T...

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

What did you say about Irishmen?

Oh. What are they all doing here?

It's, uh, sort of an odd place for a convention, isn't it?

Yeah, I asked a few of 'em about it

but they are kind of closemouthed.

Irishmen?

These are.

Except when they're singing "Kathleen Maverneen."

- Mavourneen. - Yeah.

No, this is not solving my problem.

There must be some place to sleep.

There is, if you like the great outdoors.

You're the, uh, night clerk here.

- All night, every night. - A-and you live at the hotel?

Uh, you could call it that.

Then you have a room you need during the day

but not in the night, and I need a room

during the night, but not in the day.

And you make five dollars for not sleeping on the job.

You have a deal. Room 22.

But you've gotta be out by eight o'clock when I go off duty.

That's the middle of the night.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Uh, Mr...

- Maverick. - Oh, Maverick.

O'Maverick?

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

Say, and what else would I be?

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

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

at the poker table?

Ah, the mention of the game fills me with enthusiasm

but me dry throat is, it's just screechin'

for a little Irish balm. Would you join me in a nip? Hey?

Gentlemen, uh, let me introduce

a late arrival to our little, uh, party.

Mr. O'Maverick, meet Sean Flaherty.

O'Maverick.

- Mike O'Connell. - Mr. O'Connell.

- Welcome. - And Charles Donovan.

[Beau] Mr. Donovan.

What county would you be from, Mr. O'Maverick?

Cork. C-County Cork.

Ah, charmin' little spot indeed.

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

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

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

♪ His color can't be seen ♪

♪ For there's a bloody law ♪

♪ Against the wearin' of the green ♪

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

♪ And he said how's ♪♪

Uncle Terence

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

Oh, now get along, would you, Deidre?

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

And never was there a time when I had the pleasure

of setting me eyes on so pretty a colleen.

I'm Beau M... Uh, O'Maverick.

Me niece, Deidre Fogarty.

A fine, lovely blossom, Mr. O'Maverick.

Sure, and I'd have to be standin' here

deep in the Bog of Allen on a foggy day

not to see that, Mr. Fogarty.

Oh, stop that blarney now.

I'd be most happy to shake your hand, Mr. O'Maverick.

[Terence] He's a fine, big lad, isn't he?

He'll come in handy when the time comes

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

A toast to that, Fogarty.

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

Not like that domestic stuff.

To a kink in the lion's tail.

Ah, good boy.

I'm pleased to have made your acquaintance, Mr. O'Maverick.

Thank you.

She's a fine colleen and a credit to the cause.

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

To Deidre!

A fine colleen.

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

It's the smoothest I ever drank.

Do you, do you, do you think

we could start the game of poker now?

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The gray dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The lark from her light wing ♪

♪ The bright ♪♪

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

Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen

I prevailed upon Ms. Fogarty to dance for us.

Mike, take out the carpet.

Bravo! That was grand, lass. Grand!

Please, a drink of water.

begorra, lass. Sure and faith now.

That was a darlin' dance. A darlin' dance.

And who might you be now?

Kelly's the name. At your service.

Kelly?

Mr. Hunter, that man at the bar over there

I think he's an impostor.

A spy from the army? What makes you think so, Deidre?

Well, he says his name is Kelly, but his buckle initial is an H.

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

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

We have no real proof he's a spy or that he's not an Irishman.

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

Hey, what's the big idea?

What did I ever do to you?

So, you've been spyin' on us?

Hey, take it easy, fellas. Wait a minute. Listen.

I was I was just followin' orders.

Ah.

Three against one is not fair.

Not fair?

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

That's true.

Come on.

One, two

three!

I could have told you that fellow was a fake.

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

I quite agree.

That should be a lesson to everyone

tryin' to pass himself off as an Irishman.

- Ha-ha. - He must have been an army spy.

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

Oh, they'll find out, alright.

When it's too late.

That calls for another toast.

[Terence] Hah!

To Irish freedom!

To Irish freedom!

And now for some uninterrupted poker.

And what will you be doing, Mr. Flaherty?

I'll open.

Fogarty?

Oh, I likes it.

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

How about you, O'Maverick?

Are you in or are you out?

O'Maverick...

- He's out. - Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Mr. Cramer, would you be good enough to give me the key

to Mr. O'Maverick's room, please?

Mr. O'Maverick's key, please.

- What for? - Well, he's...

He's not a well man.

Room, uh, 22. What's wrong with him?

Ah, something he ate, I believe.

Mm.

Goin' my way?

Now back to "Maverick."

- So you learned nothing. - Well...

They were on to me before I was scarcely in the place, sir.

We've got to find out what they're up to.

- Sir. - You may speak.

That Maverick fellow, colonel

he might be able to tell you something.

I saw him there. Thick as thieves with them.

Hm. He might be some use at that.

Orderly, summon Maverick right away.

Carry out the maneuvers, so you won't be observed.

- That's an order! - Yes, sir.

- Mm, mm. - Wake up.

Deal me out.

Colonel Summers wants to see you.

What?

Colonel Summers wants to see you.

Summers wants to see me?

Good work, orderly. Where did you find him?

- In bed, sir. - Bed?

- This early? - I'm not well.

You're dismissed. That's an order!

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

The hard way.

Have you learned anything from them?

The words to "Kathleen Mavourneen."

No, no. I mean, what are they doing in town?

I don't know. A convention of something.

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

- Those fellows are the Fenians. - Fenians?

Also called the Irish Revolutionary Brotherhood.

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

Most of them are trained soldiers

and fought in the Civil War.

You seem to know a lot more about them than I do.

You tell me what they're up to.

That's what I don't know!

[Summers] Fenians have one vow.

To gain freedom for Ireland from the English Crown.

That's the trouble. The British government has got wind of this.

Put pressure on our State Department to break it up.

Why don't you?

There's no law against a peaceful gathering

in this country.

It's my belief they don't intend to remain peaceful for long.

There's not much they can do to harm England from here.

Maverick, I want you to find out what those Irishmen are up to.

You seem to be on good terms with them.

Oh, no, you don't. I happen to like those people.

There's no reason why I should spy on them th--

- Oh, yes, there is. - What?

About 90 days in the guardhouse for, uh

let's see, misuse of government funds

trespassing on military property, inciting a riot.

Those charges are false, and you know it.

Maybe so, but it might take a court-martial

90 days to convene.

Alright.

- What do you want me to do? - Hm.

I knew your patriotism would come through.

Satisfied?

I am.

That's all we were waiting for. Come on, Joe.

What are you fellows planning on doing

with these guns and ammunition?

How did you get that black eye?

Poking it into other people's business?

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

You mean Mr. O'Maverick?

No, I mean Maverick. He's no more Irish than I am.

I, I-I can't believe it!

I don't myself.

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

Oh, that we do.

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

Well this worked once.

What in the name of the blessed saints are you after doin'?

Oh. I thought you were somebody else.

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

Oh.

Now, w-w-what did that prove?

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

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

How could a slip of a girl the like of you

get information out of Mr. O'Maverick?

I'll show you. Tonight.

And when you want to gain power over a man, Uncle Terence

you have to play on all his foolish senses.

I read it in a novel.

And then you scent the room with romantic perfume

to make him feel giddy.

Yeah, foolishness!

What if he becomes too romantic?

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

Bubble water. Sh yah!

And lovely music, of course. Heh.

Uh, I'll take an Irish jig.

Soft lights.

Always arrange it so that the man looks up to you.

Oh, you best be leaving now, Uncle Terence.

Mr. O'Maverick will be here any second.

Oh, I-I'll be in me room.

Should you be needing any help, just scream.

Come in.

[Deidre] Do come in, Mr. O'Maverick.

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

'Tis honored I am.

I wanted to talk to you.

I beg your pardon?

I wanted to talk to you, Mr. O'Maverick.

Sure is a noisy thing, isn't it?

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

Forgive me.

Uh, why don't you sit down beside me?

Oh, thank you, no. I'm not tired.

Would you like some champagne?

Oh, no champagne, thank you.

I-I've been having the heartburn.

Well, what kind of man are you?

You don't like perfume and you don't like music

and you don't like champagne!

You must be English!

No, i-it's just that I don't understand the gracious living.

- You don't understand women! - Oh, on the contrary.

Now let's be honest, you didn't fix this all up

with the champagne and the music and the perfume

just so as we could talk.

You're up to something. What is it?

You, you, get out of here!

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

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

Oh.

Oh.

Oh! Oh!

[Deidre] No...

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

Come on, dry your eyes.

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

I don't know what is it that you want

but you overdid it a wee bit.

- I did? - Hm.

That you did.

Here, I'll show you.

First...

...too much music.

- Oh. - And too much perfume.

Too much light.

Far too much talk.

Oh, and I, I am dying with impatience.

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

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

Oh, come on, Deidre, don't be playing games

with your old uncle.

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

I'm sorry, Uncle Terence.

I wasn't able to find out.

Uh, I, I knew

I shouldn't let you talk me into this.

Now I'll have to find out in me own way.

Oh, you're not going to harm him, are you?

Of course not.

You know, I, I like the young rogue.

But there's one thing I know about him.

He can't hold his whiskey.

So, Mr. O'Maverick, it's kind of you to sit up

and play cribbage with an old man.

Uh, let's have a wee drink, eh?

Your health, lad.

- Ah... - Ah.

You downed that like the true Irishman I know you are.

Ah...

Now, now I know you're drunk

'cause I can, I-I can see two of you.

- Uh, Mr. Fogarty. - Mm?

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

Because Sergeant Hanson told Patrick Hunter

that you aren't really an Irishman at all. Ha-ha.

Sergeant Hanson, huh? Hog jaw Hanson.

Yes, him, him that sold us the guns.

The guns?

We have to have guns, don't we?

We can't march into Canada without guns, can we?

Mr. Fogarty, sure.

And I think it's time we had a little discussion.

Discussion.

Uh...

Discussion, eh?

Now back to "Maverick."

- Oh, Mr. Hunter. - Where's your Uncle Terence?

Well, in Mr. O'Maverick's room. Getting him drunk.

Oh, smart move.

[Terence] Over the housetops.

Who's getting who drunk?

[Terence] ...is Ireland free.

Ireland sober.

Over the housetops.

Oh.

Over the housetops.

- Ireland sober is Ireland free! - Oh, oh.

- Ah. - Lass.

You better look after your uncle.

Maverick's got clean away, we gotta catch him before he gets

to the fort. He's a spy, alright.

Or he wouldn't have run.

Your uncle probably told him everything.

Donovan! O'Connell!

Flaherty!

I was sure I thought I heard somethin' here.

This is what you heard.

[Beau] Oh!

We caught the dirty spy.

You can't be hittin' an unconscious man now.

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

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

The question is, did we get him before

or after he got to the fort?

For the tenth time, Maverick

what did Terence Fogarty tell you?

And did you get to the fort with it?

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

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

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

properly, with a firing squad.

A firing squad?

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

I am an American citizen just like you are!

Firin' squad it'll have to be

uh unless, of course, you care to tell us

what you told the army.

At dawn, then.

- I'll get the maps. - Shh!

Not so loud.

The miserable spy in there might hear us.

- When do we move? - Tomorrow night.

We'll distribute the guns at midnight

and be in Canada before dawn.

[Patrick] And I'd give a quart of whiskey to know

how much Maverick's told 'em.

It could make a difference in our plans.

Maybe we'll find out in the mornin'

when he faces the firin' squad.

He'll talk, alright, looks like the kind

that'd squeal his head off at the sight of a gun.

But you're not really going to shoot him.

Well, we won't go that far, we can't hurt a fellow American

but we can frighten him enough to make him talk.

Now I tell you what we'll do, we'll take him up to where

the guns are hidden, issue rifles to a firing squad

but we'll use blank cartridges.

[Mike] Don't shoot him. Just scare him to death.

Sean and I want to be a part

of that firing squad, Mr. Hunter.

I want to see him shiverin' and quakin' in his boots

when he faces those rifles.

Ah, sure it will be a sight

to gladden our hearts.

Well, we best get back to the hotel.

Hang on to your hat, colonel.

You're gonna feel like a ring-tailed boob.

I, Mr. Maverick, will never feel like a ring-tailed boob.

I'm an officer, but I take it

you've managed to discover something.

Mm-hmm. Everything. You know...

You couldn't figure out how the Fenians

could possibly do any harm to the British from here.

It will be difficult with

England halfway around the globe.

Oh, no, colonel.

You just try a half-hour march

three miles from here.

- Canada? - Uh-huh.

The last time I looked at a map

it was part of the British Empire.

But-but-but those fellows could never

take an area that is vast as that.

Well, they don't intend to, they figure

that a few hundred armed Fenians in a sneak attack

could move in and hold a good slice of it.

What would they gain?

That is the beauty of the scheme.

If they could get a foothold in Canada

they would exchange it for Ireland's freedom.

I'll be a ring-tailed boob!

Well I knew you'd see it my way.

Maverick, if those Fenian fellows are able to implement

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

War between the United States and Great Britain.

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

Until they break out the guns

and make their move, your hands are tied.

You can't prove they planned to attack Canada.

- Not on my word alone. - Ah, that's it!

I'll confiscate their guns! That'll pull their teeth.

- Where are they hiding them? - That I don't know.

But I might suggest you call Sergeant Hanson in here.

Mr. Maverick, I have no time for sergeants.

Well, you better find time for this one, colonel.

Sergeant Hanson is the one who sold the Fenians their guns

and he knows where they are hiding them.

I don't believe it.

Ask him.

Sound the alarm!

Bring Sergeant Hanson to me immediately. That's an order!

Sergeant Hanson.

Sergeant Hanson.

Sergeant Hanson.

- Colonel, sir. - Yes?

Sergeant Hanson got away, sir.

Some of the men saw him going over the wall.

Then it's true.

And if they plan to attack Canada tomorrow night

I haven't got a chance. There are 100 barns in this area.

I haven't time to search them all.

This means war. And I'm powerless!

If I only knew where those guns were hidden.

- That's all, orderly. - Yes, sir.

Colonel, there is a way.

- There is? - Yes.

They, uh...

They plan to execute me in the morning

at a place where they've hidden the guns.

Now, I don't think they know I've escaped.

I'll go back to the hut where they locked me up.

They'll come and get me in the morning.

You, uh...

You have men, uh, posted around

uh, they'll hear the volley from

the firing squad.

Then you move in and confiscate the guns.

You-you'd do this?

If I didn't, I couldn't ever live with myself again.

Maverick

I've misjudged you.

I thought you were a wastrel, a gambler, a no-good.

Under this veneer

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

You're officer material, Maverick.

Gentlemen, I give you a toast.

To the bravest man I've ever met.

Your name will go down in history

side by side with that of Nathan Hale's.

And rest assured that the volley from that firing squad

will be heard by us.

You will not have died in vain.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen. - Mm.

You've all been briefed.

We're fakin' this execution in order to make Maverick talk.

So act as grim as you can.

Come and get your rifles.

Here.

- What are you doin' here? - The colonel's wise.

He knows I sold you them rifles. You're gonna have to hide me.

Well, alright. But stay out of our way.

Planning a little party for the tinhorn, eh?

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

[Charles] Forward march!

Hut-ho, hep-ho!

Hut-hup, hep-ho!

Hut-hup, hep-ho! Hut-hup...

- Cavalry, hut! - Hep-ho! Hut-hup! Hep-ho!

Blindfold him.

- Heh-heh. - Detail, halt! Right-face!

You're being needlessly foolish, lad.

Arms!

Do you have a smoke?

Now let us know what the military knows

and, uh, we'll spare your life.

Oh, my lips are sealed.

Then we must proceed.

According to military protocol, Mr. Maverick

do you have any last wishes?

Yes.

Don't shoot.

It isn't working out like we planned.

That 'tis not, but Deidre's waiting

on the other side of that rock.

[Charles] Assume position!

At the ready.

Aim!

No! No!

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

Recover!

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

Oh, talk, Beau, talk.

- Talk. - Hm.

Please talk.

Ah, just like a woman.

When things are getting interesting, you want to talk.

Oh! Oh, you... Oh!

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

Might as well scare him a bit.

Six o'clock.

Traditional time for executions.

[Charles] At the ready!

Aim!

Fire!

Hey.

Great day! What have we done?

Saints be praised, he's only fainted.

Forward ho!

Lieutenant, take these men over with the others.

Deidre. Yeah.

Gentlemen...

...we've broken the back of the mad Fenian scheme

all due to this brave chap here who gave his all.

I intend to see personally that he receives

a full military funeral.

No expense shall be spared. Now to the business at hand.

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

[Hanson] You're going with me as a hostage.

Now you tell your officers not to follow.

You hear?

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

[Summers] If Maverick can die for a cause, so can I.

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

I thought you were dead.

So did I.

Oh, about the, uh, funeral, colonel, with no expenses spared

could I just have the cash instead?

Take this to the sergeant, major. That's an order!

Yes, sir.

Well, colonel, it's your deal.

- You sent for me. - And so I did.

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

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Must you always play the buffoon, Maverick?

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

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

Since I successfully quelled

the mad Fenian scheme to attack Canada--

All by yourself?

I was speaking merely as the leader.

As a matter of fact, in my report to Washington

I mentioned the part you played in foiling the Irishmen.

Well, thank you.

The State Department was so elated over the affair

they've prepared a letter of commendation for you.

My private and confidential secretary will get it.

She must be down the hall. Excuse me.

Psst. Psst.

- Maverick. - Deidre?

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

Didn't I point out to you in Dakota City

you are not cut out to be a spy?

Well, I had to hide under the desk, Maverick.

I saw you coming down the hall, and I didn't want you

to recognize me in front of Colonel Summers.

Well, I should think not indeed. Come on.

I've gotta get you out of here. The colonel is on his--

- Oh, no. - What's this?

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

- Secretary? - I'm sorry, my dear...

If this man has been offending you... But you must forgive him.

- He's not an officer. - Well, it's-it's alright.

- Colonel Summers. - Hm.

Would you unlock the secret cabinet

and get me the file on the Fenian activities?

It's in the bottom drawer, the one marked closed.

- Certainly. - Hm.

Did you say the Fenian activities are closed?

Of course they're closed.

You don't think those Irishmen would try

to put anything over on me again, do you?

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ The gray dawn is breakin' ♪

♪ The horn of the hunter ♪

♪ Is heard on the hill ♪

♪ The lark from her light wing ♪

♪ The bright dew is shaking ♪

♪ Kathleen Mavourneen ♪

♪ What slumbering you? ♪♪

♪ 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 a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪