Original subtitles

You can press charges when we get back to Fort Distress.

What makes you think I'm goin' back there?

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

And when you get back there, you're gonna explain

how you smuggled that Indian girl under the post

how you were selling illegal whiskey.

Then you're gonna spend the rest of your life

in the penitentiary, Luther.

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 and Indian War.

Just the same.

- You better look behind you. - Now you...

"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Halt!

Is something wrong, sir?

Awfully quiet is all.

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

Forward trot! Yo!

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, Apaches always carry their dead

back to the 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 Apaches in there, lieutenant.

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

Just the same, we'd better have a man scale the wall.

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

Stay here.

Sergeant.

This injun-proof, sergeant?

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'd pay two bits for.

[Bart] For every tooth on that necklace

a hundred people were to die.

Five days back...

Heh. Or was it five years?

My horse broke his leg in Salito 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.

Heh. How wrong can you be?

Am I ever glad to see you!

Are ya?

Hey! Wait a minute!

Oh, no! Oh, oh.

Now you ain't got no call

to shoot at a poor old man.

You got my saddle in the back of your rig.

Yours?

Can you prove it's yours?

Now listen, partner.

You know as well as I do you picked that up back there

where I left it off on the trail.

Yeah, well, it's got my initials on it now, LC.

Stands for Luther Cannonbaugh. That makes it mine.

Tell you what?

We'll forget all about this saddle. No argument.

[Bart] You just give me a lift to Fort Distress.

No, can't. Too much of a load already.

Hey, now wait a minute, you just can't leave me out here

to wander around in the sun.

Can't I? Click-click.

Hey!

Now, would you, uh

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?

Well, alright! Alright! Alright.

But it'll cost you ten dollars.

Well, Luther Cannonbaugh ain't runnin'

no free freight service, you know?

Alright, you got yourself a deal.

Whoa.

There is a lot of water in this here canteen.

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

Well, thanks!

That'll cost you a dollar a swatter.

You know what, Luther?

You're lovable, that's what.

- You're downright lovable. - Yeah, yeah.

Well, Luther Cannonbaugh ain't business for his health now.

Start keepin' score.

Well, thanks, Mr. Cannonbaugh.

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

Ain't you gonna help a poor old man down?

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

Well, what are you carrying this time?

- Stuff. - What kind of stuff?

Well, the kind of stuff you fellers

can't buy at the Sutler store.

Just your old Luther Cannonbaugh

is a soldier's friend.

Oh, sure he is!

And always at a nice fat profit.

Now that's no way to talk, boy.

You want me to take my merchandise

on to the next post?

You might as well 'cause you'll

never get it past Captain Score.

And he's the officer of the day.

Mm-hmm.

- Your name? - Bart Maverick.

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

Just passin' through, captain.

- Destination? - St. Louis.

Well, you just leave it to old Luther Cannonbaugh

to deal with Captain Score.

Captain!

Hey! Hey, Captain Score.

Captain sir, sir, this man here has some information

the commandant'd be mighty interested in.

- All in good time. - Now w-wait a minute, sir.

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.

[Bart] The commandant was Major John Reidinger

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

- Here, Bart. - Thanks, John.

Now where was it your horse broke its leg?

Salito Canyon.

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

How long would you say it been there?

Oh, three or four days at the most.

Had real Apache bread. He's sure of it.

That means they're planning provisions

for roving war parties.

They do the same for a huntin' expedition, captain.

In Salito Canyon ain't nothin' to hunt there

but rattlesnakes.

There isn't anythin' to hunt there but rattlesnakes, sir.

Well, nevertheless, we'd be foolish to move against them

unless we had additional proof that they, uh

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, uh

how do you expect to get to St. Louis without a horse?

Well, I was hoping to buy one from the military.

We're a little short of mounts ourselves.

Uh, might be able to help you out

when replacements arrive, um, next month.

- A month? Um... - Edith!

- Bart! How are you? - Hello, Edith. Good to see you.

Meantime, Edith and I'd be very happy

if you'd stay on with us as our, uh, special guest.

That's very hospitable of you. Thank you.

Oh, too hospitable, I'm afraid.

[Edith] Uh, John forgets that we have a friend coming to visit us

starting tomorrow and...

Well, since we only have one guest room--

- I understand perfectly. - I'm sorry.

I'm sure one of our other officers'd be glad

to put you up.

- You agree, captain? - Hm?

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

would be courteous enough to extend

an invitation to Mr. Maverick.

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

I wouldn't wanna put you to any bother, captain.

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

As a matter of fact, 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.

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

You come with me. I got your stuff.

Now back to "Maverick."

Come in, Maverick. Angel?

[Bart] The captain took me home and introduced me to his wife.

But the situation was hardly the kind

that makes a house guest feel at home.

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

- How do you do? - You make yourself at home.

I've got some work to do.

I'll see you later.

Thank you.

It's a small world.

Oh, I guess I always knew that one day

I'd run into a member of the I Knew Angelique Club.

And I'd heard you were married, Angel.

But nobody mentioned he was an officer.

Paul won a battlefield commission four years ago.

He's been climbing ever since.

And what's this I hear about your, uh

proud old New Orleans family?

That's Paul's idea. Not mine.

He thinks that the Pink Tambourine isn't

the proper finishing school for an officer's lady.

Pink Tambourine. Oh, that was some place, wasn't it?

You know I am still mad at the police for closing it up?

Oh, it was lively, alright.

Oh, it was plenty lively.

Hey, Angel, remember that sailor you hit over the head

with a whiskey bottle?

Well, it was his own fault

for pinching me like that.

No, no, no, I bumped into him the day

after he got out of the hospital

he said, "Well, it was worth it."

Oh. Paul says a lady shouldn't giggle.

He read it in an etiquette book someplace.

It can't be the same one I read.

I kinda liked to hear you laugh.

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

Oh, Bart.

Bart, your being here is going to be something of a problem.

Wouldn't it be easier just 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, no, you don't know Paul.

He's bound and determined to pass me off as a lady

no matter what.

Oh, come on. You must be famished.

Sit down, I'll fix you something to eat.

Thanks, Angel.

[Bart] Treating Angel as a lady was a cinch.

She was a lady. A natural one.

And a good cook to boot.

But 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. - Something I can do for you?

- I'm in the market for a horse. - Who ate?

Ah, a mule or anything to get me out of here.

Mister, just for a up, nothing can be bought with four legs.

I see.

As long as I seem to be stuck

might as well make the best of it.

Where do I find the action, corporal?

Well, now, just what kind of action

would you be wanting, mister?

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

As far as I know, it's not allowed on any post.

But I'm yet to be on one where the men don't have a poker game

goin' somewhere, usually in the Sutler Store.

Well, on this post we observe the rules.

Oh, that soldier standing out there

is just enjoying the scenery, huh?

And that whistle he gave wasn't a signal to hide the evidence?

- No, no, no, no. - Oh.

Well, then in that case...

[Bart] Oh, what are these?

Well, search me what them are.

Uh, would you be knowing, Sutler?

Uh...

Well, appears to me like pieces of some kind of thick paper.

That's right! They are called cards.

My old pappy used to say, "You could tell fortunes

or make fortunes with them."

So unless one of you gentlemen is a gypsy

why don't we play some poker?

[Bart] Are there any other questions?

Yes. Yes!

Certainly yes.

Just how long will it take you now 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, man, you're quartered with him.

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

Corporal, it's true I'm staying in

Captain Score's quarters, but not by choice.

The reason I'm in such a hurry to buy a horse to get out of

here is because my host gives me

a large pain in the small of my back.

Huh.

Well, what do you think, Sutler?

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

couldn't be all bad.

Thanks.

Come on, boys.

Let's continue on with the game. Bring me a chair.

- Corporal Sean Cassidy. - Maverick. Bart Maverick.

Nice to meet you.

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

Well, let's, uh, let's start off for 50 cents.

Hell On Horseback. Beat it!

- Gentlemen. Fellas! - Oh...

- Uh... - What...

What's goin' on around here?

Hell On Horseback is their name

for Brigadier General Bassington.

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

I... Here, let me help you carry it.

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-toothed comb.

You're a civilian. He shouldn't be able to bother you.

That don't makes no difference to Hell On Horseback.

Civilian or soldier, anybody on this post

is fair game for one of his inspections.

- Whoa! Whoa! - Oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Now where do you think you're going?

As far away from here as I can get.

Not right now, you knuckles.

Gates stay closed till after inspection.

Orders by old Hell On Horseback himself.

Oh, you'd think that that man had nothing better to do

than to stir up trouble against poor old Luther Cannonbaugh.

Oh, that's right, you have run up against the general before.

Haven't you?

Hey, hey, Maverick. Come on.

[Luther] Come on. Ha! Ho!

Ha! Ho!

Hey! Hey!

Ho!

Oh.

Maverick, come here. Come here.

Come here, Maverick. Come here.

Say, Maverick, I've been thinking things over

and I decided I'd sell you the whole outfit

the horses, the wagon and the stock--

- No, all I want is one mount. - No. Well, all or nothin'.

And since I'm in such a charitable mood

it'll only cost you $2000.

- Two-thou... - Mm-hmm.

Heh. 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 in two minutes.

Well, it ain't my wagon no more.

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

- Uh, no. - You heard me, mister.

You've got two minutes.

Alright.

Uh, you started out to be real lovable, Luther.

Now every minute that goes by

I grow more and more fond of you.

Would you mind tellin' me how you

figured my bank roll so close?

Luther Cannonbaugh was born knowing things like that.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll just flip you.

Double or nothing.

I don't like them odds. They're too even.

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

- Go on. Go on. - Thanks.

[Bart] Two-thousand dollars for a couple of overaged horses

and a beat-up wagon. Heh.

There's no question about it

us Mavericks are pretty shrewd bargainers.

Well, my next move was to see what kind of goodies

Luther Cannonbaugh had unloaded on me.

Item one, a seedy-looking necklace

made of some kind of 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.

I...

Uh, who are you?

Don't you speak English?

Are you Apache?

There was one thing worse than smuggling whiskey

into a military post.

Smuggling an unauthorized Indian.

If the Apache girl were discovered

and if it came out that she had 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.

Oh.

Come here.

Listen to me. Try to understand.

You've got to quit lumping me over the head

every chance you get.

I'm your friend.

Please.

Me friend.

All I wanna do is keep you out of sight until

this inspection's over and they open those gates.

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

Please.

Me friend.

Friend. Shh.

Bart!

Well, this-this is an Indian girl.

Yeah, an Apache, I think.

- What's she doing on the post? - Shh.

Search me. I just sort of found her.

Oh, and why did you bring her here?

I figured the commandant's personal quarters would be

about the safest place to keep her from

General Bassington's inspection. No, no.

Now please. Me friend.

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

Oh, yes, I do. For John's sake.

- I don't understand. - Edith.

You know as well as I do, army

regulations hold the commandant responsible

for every single thing that goes on at the fort.

- Yes, yes, I know. - Please.

And no matter where the girl came from, John's gonna get

his share of the blame if she's discovered.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

No, Bart. You've got 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.

Don't 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, with the general under the same roof?

Oh, sweet Mortimer's mustache. I...

Somebody's coming, Edith.

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

- Come, come. But-- - Oh, no. No, not in there.

No, the orderly's in there. Wait.

Mm, go in the closet. Hurry!

Now back to "Maverick."

Hello, Bart. What are you doin' here?

- Uh, well, John, I-- - Oh.

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 Brigadier General Bassington

yet. General, this is Mr. Maverick.

An old friend of ours who's stopping

over on his way to St. Louis.

- How do you do, son? - My plea--

- I'll take your hat, general. - Here, I'll take it.

- John. - Say, uh...

Who's the new girl in your life, Bart?

Well, you're so all-fired polite. Is she pretty?

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

Uh, gentlemen, how did the inspection go?

Oh, it's not finished yet. Captain Score is carryin' on.

Uh, John, I, uh, asked him to take over

because there's somethin' I want to talk to you 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.

[John] Any truth to it, you think?

Well, possibly he may be lying

just to agitate the tribe. On the other hand--

Why would, uh, 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

so 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 at it, I...

Excuse me.

Yes, captain. What is it?

The general said to report to him 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.

- Uh... - Excuse me.

Is that true, Mr. Maverick?

Uh, um, well, y-yes, general.

But, you see, I can explain it, sir.

Yes, for your sake, I hope you can because

there'll be an official investigation in the morning.

Meanwhile, major, you and I better have a look at the wagon.

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

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

Um... Yes, sir, I'll get your--

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

something in that closet from me.

Uh no, general, I...

You know, Mr. Maverick, you'd do well

to practice more on that poker face of yours.

You can explain this, too, I presume?

Um... Uh, yeah.

Uh, no. No.

[Bart] 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?

A little.

I found some shovels, sir, if it's alright with you

I'll put some men on burial detail.

Good idea, sergeant.

Alright, men! Follow me!

You know, 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 guardhouse.

That's for a straight supposin', lieutenant.

[Bart] I had so much to worry about, I didn't get any sleep

in the guardhouse 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?

Uh, let's let it go at, Tawny.

Tawny.

Hi, Bart.

[Bart] Hello, Angel.

I brought some soaps and comb, clean dress for the girl.

Thank... Oh, you better let me give 'em to her.

Thanks.

Tawny, come here. Come here.

Here.

It's alright. Take it.

Mm, here, now you wash up

and you can put on your nice new dress later on.

Oh, no!

[Bart] Yeah, that's not food.

That's soap.

Now look, you take the water

and put the hands in and wash.

Oh, good.

I, um, thought I'd better tell you

that Cannonbaugh has disappeared.

Oh, boy.

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

My husband is the investigating officer in your case.

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

Did he find out I knew you in the old days?

- 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.

Uh, listen, Angel, I don't want you

to try to influence him one way or the other.

But couldn't you just get him to come in here and 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, uh

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 $2000

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?

Oh, it was, sir. I was OD at the time.

And you failed to check the contents of the wagon?

Well, sir, I was about to when

Maverick gave me this cock-and-bull story about

finding Apache war signs in Salito Canyon.

[Paul] Not knowing what a liar the man was

I right away took him to see the commandant.

I see.

Of course, 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.

Now back to "Maverick."

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...

Um, don't you have no dignity?

Where I came from, dignity is

just about 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 kind of talk is that?

You are the wife of the future commandant.

Future commandant?

Oh, we're, uh, aiming a little high today, aren't we?

I'm aiming right on target, Angel.

With the major out of the way, uh, 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-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'd 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 this 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, Angel.

Me trying to get up in the world

and you holding me back just like an anchor.

Well, 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 would 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, just like

they were so many 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 you?

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, Angel.

But 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.

Uh, Tawny

your 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, well, sir, I, I...

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 out of here?

Well, who would take the word of Bob Tallhorse's woman?

But she's not Bob Tallhorse's woman.

Uh, she's just betrothed to him.

Oh, even so.

Now Paul says

that your only chance is to find that peddler

and to make him testify for you.

Cannonbaugh was last 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.

Now your wagon's waiting for you out back.

- What about the gates? - Well...

Paul left orders for 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.

Oh, 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.

Yeah, well, that guard is a good friend of mine

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

Well, then you'll 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.

Sean, you better give her a hand.

Oh, that poor foot.

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

Do me one favor, be sure to tell the commandant

that I said I'd be back as soon as I find Cannonbaugh.

Just say I said that, he doesn't have to know

you were mixed up in the escape.

Alright, Bart. Now hurry.

I'll have to gag you.

Now back to "Maverick."

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.

With 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.

[Paul] He should know better than to vouch

for a renegade like you, Maverick.

Ah!

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 guardhouse.

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.

[Paul] 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, um...

I request that I

be relieved of my command

effective immediately.

[Bassington] Request granted.

[Bart] 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!

You gotta 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, never mind. - 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.

Uh, me?

Very pretty.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Well, extremely good-looking maybe, but, uh, not pretty.

Pretty.

Very pretty.

Now, Tawny, you 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 are no guns.

Alright.

How much you gonna pay me for that?

You can't be real, Luther. Why, you just can't be real!

Well, it's my gun, ain't it?

And you tried to kill me with it. Now get up.

Well, what's that got to 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 just a hold-up man.

Come on, hurry up.

You can press charges when we get back to Fort Distress.

What makes you think I'm going back there?

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

And when you get back there, you're gonna explain

how you smuggled that Indian girl under the post

how you were selling illegal whiskey.

And then you're gonna spend the rest of your life

in the 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 and Indian War.

Just the same.

- You better look behind you. - Now you...

And the way it turned out, we were captured

by a roving band of Apaches.

Bob Tallhorse himself was in charge.

Well, then there was nothing to worry about.

I mean, he 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 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 ♪♪

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