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- That'll be enough,
Jack munsch.

- You shouldn't of picked
on mckinney, Jack munsch.

- You yellow, little weasel.

- I'm advising you,
hawkeye, to keep your

young friend here
under the same control

you have so admirably exercised.

- You can count on it, shields.

That's a pistol's
destiny, to shoot.

And when a man picks up a gun,

that becomes his destiny, too.

- That man frightens me.

I'm afraid he's
going to hurt me.

- He's got us again, peevey.

- You're cheatin'.

- How does a
body cheat at darts?

- Well, I don't know.

But somehow you've
figured out a way.

- Don't be a sore loser.

- I'm not a sore loser,
mckinney's cheatin'.

Nobody's so bad as to
lose eight games in a row

as I just did.

- That I'll grant you.

Lemme buy you
another ale there, peeve.

More ale if you please!

- So the surgeon
says to the sergeant,

"sergeant, I got some
bad news for you.

"You gotta very weak heart.

"The slightest
shock could kill you."

Sergeant says,

- you laughing at
me, colonial boy?

- Who me?

- You don't see me looking
at anybody else, do you?

- Yes, mister, I
was laughing at you.

- Oh, you think I'm funny.

- Yes, very funny, my friend.

- What's so funny about me?

- You tell a funny story.

- You thought that
was a funny story?

- I thought it was
supposed to be.

- That was a sad story, boy.

A tragic one.

That sergeant was
a friend of mine.

- I'm sorry, mister, I
took it to be a joke.

- I think you owe
me a tankard of ale.

- Well, I'm sorry, mister,
I've no more money.

- Then give me the
one in your hand.

- This one's promised.

- Oh ho, give it to me.

Aw.

Oh boy.

- Uh-oh.

- I'll thank you for not
making a sport of me, mister.

- You leave me be, boy.

Or I'll make you
sorry you didn't.

- We should help him.

- You wanna fight
Jack munsch, go ahead.

Mckinney's made his own bed,

now he's about to lie in it.

- That'll be enough,
Jack munsch.

- Well, hawkeye.

We were just having
a little fun here.

Then you always were
a serious sort of fellow.

- I don't believe
Mr. mckinney here

appreciates your sense of humor.

I know I don't.

- I wouldn't do anything
rash if I were you.

- Jack munsch?

- Present.

- Captain shields
will see you now.

- I regret we'll
have to save this

for another time, hawkeye.

I really do look forward to it.

- What does captain shields
want with the likes of him?

- I have no idea.

- Thank you.

- Very well, then.

What do you have?

- I'd prefer to
speak in private.

- I consider this to be
official military business.

My aide stays.

- Le general phillipe
cachere broussard.

- Excuse me?

- You asked me what I got.

One very French,
very important general.

Phillipe cachere broussard.

- Explain.

- I was working for the French,

and I happened to see
some classified orders.

Le general is traveling
from fort duquesne

to ticonderoga.

Traveling incognito
with just a small guard.

He'll be passing near
here in a couple of days.

I know where, I know when.

- What do you want?

- Amnesty.

Wrote this up
myself, all legal-like.

- "In return for
information leading to

"the capture of the French
general whose name

"I can't spell but you
know what I'm talking about.

"His majesty's army hereby
drops all charges pending

"against Jack Terrence munsch,

"in connection with
happenings of 9 July 1755."

I will sign.

- Looks like I'll
be staying awhile.

We'll have to get
together, hawkeye.

Talk about old times.

You still wanna tangle
with me, hawkeye?

Take your best shot.

- I wouldn't give
you the pleasure.

Why is Jack munsch
walking around a free man

when there are charges
pending against him?

- He has certain
information that is

potentially valuable
to the war effort.

- What information?

And what did you
promise him in return?

- That is none of your concern.

- You owe an explanation
to the people of this fort.

Munsch has cost more
than one good man his life.

- Yes, he's a scoundrel
and a mercenary.

And unfortunately, it
is the nature of this war

that such men are often useful.

Would that I could get
my intelligence information

from sources of which you
morally approve, hawkeye,

but that is not always the case.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Oh, hawkeye.

Any action against Jack
munsch will be taken

as an act of treason and
will be dealt with accordingly.

- If he doesn't bother me,
I won't bother him, Taylor.

- See that he does
not bother you then.

- He just took me
by surprise is all.

- He was mopping the
floor with you, mckinney.

- I'd take him in a fair fight.

I'll be ready if he
starts up with me again.

- Am I hearing notions
of violence, boys?

- No ma'am, we're very
peace-loving fellows.

- And I suppose mckinney
got his bloody nose

by running into a hitching post.

- Sometimes a man's honor's
worth fighting for, ma'am.

- There's also
honor in not fighting.

- It ain't no honor
in watching a friend

get the stuffing
knocked out of him

without raising a hand.

- Elliott said
to stay out of it.

- Elliott is a soldier.

He'd get sent to the stockade.

You're a civilian,
a civilian coward.

- Take that back.

- To hell I will.

- Gentlemen, stop please.

- I'm finished with
my work, miss shields.

I best be going.

I'd like to find some
more agreeable company

than peevey if you don't mind.

- I'll be on my way too then.

- What's the matter with him?

- Some foolish argument.

- Can I help you?

- Yes, thank you.

I just have to get
these to the barracks.

Hm, what is it about men?

- You'll have to be
a mite more specific.

- Always fighting.

- I suppose it's in our nature
to compete with one another.

- Do you think that
will ever change?

- Maybe, but not
for a long, long time.

- Well that doesn't
sound very encouraging.

- In the meantime,
there are still some of us

around worth knowing.

- This is true, I'll
grant you that.

- I'm sorry, Elizabeth.

- What for?

- If the situation were
different, I would have

put him on the ground.

- Because it's in your nature.

- He's an unreasonable man.

- Who is he, anyway?

- Jack munsch, a
turncoat and a coward,

who was charged with
stealing English munitions.

Unfortunately it
hasn't been proven

that he sold them to the French.

- If he's been charged,
why isn't he in jail?

- Because he's under
Taylor's protection,

for reasons only
known to him and Taylor.

- Well, well, it's my old
friend from last night.

What's-his-name.

- I ain't looking
for any trouble.

- Neither am I, just
looking to be friendly.

Course it's kinda
hard to do when

you don't even
know a fellow's name.

- I told you, friend...

- Munsch, the name's munsch.

What's yours?

- Mckinney.

- Mckinney, well now.

That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Course now we're
best buddies, mckinney.

How about you buying me a drink?

- How about you buy me one?

- Well now I'd
sure like to be doing that,

but old Mr. pocket
says no more coins,

so I guess the treat's
gonna have to be on you.

- I don't want to drink
with you, munsch.

- Don't be unfriendly, boy.

I don't take rejection well.

Your friend hawkeye ain't
around to save you now.

Is he, boy?

- Give up,
boy, just walk away.

- Ya gonna take that, lad?

- Come on, boy.

- That all you got, boy?

Now who's gonna buy me a drink?

- He's lucky to be alive.

- Poor mckinney.

He tried to stand
up to that bully.

I'll come around later then.

- I shoulda done something.

- You weren't there, son.

- He's my friend.

He looks out for
me, when he's not

getting me in a heap of trouble.

Can I talk to him?

- He's sleeping now, peevey.

That's what he needs
most right now is rest.

Perhaps tomorrow.

I can't believe this
man will go unpunished.

- Not much can
be done, as long as

the witnesses say
that mckinney started it.

- Mckinney would defend himself,

but he's not a brawler.

- Do you want me to exact
revenge on Jack munsch?

- No.

How do you stop violence
without using violence?

- Sometimes that's not possible.

- I'll be right
back, miss shields.

- There's no need, I
was about to close up.

Don't worry about
mckinney, he'll be fine.

Is there something
I can help you with?

- I'm sure there must be.

- Well, I'm about to
close up for the day.

- How about one
of them blankets?

- Is this all right?

- Oh that'll be just fine.

- Is there anything else?

- Well, it'd sure
be nice to have

someone to share it with.

You look like a
woman who appreciates

the company of a man.

- I'm married.

- I don't see no
husband hanging around.

The only one I see
you with is old hawkeye.

Now does your
husband approve of that?

- Hawkeye is a gentleman.

- Well, if he ain't
sampled your charms

then he's a fool as well.

See here now, it's
not gonna kill you

to show a lonely
gent a little kindness.

- You'd better leave now.

- Or what?

Are you afraid you
might ask me to stay?

Hello, soldier boy.

- Don't shoot, it's only
me and tonight's supper.

- Oh hawkeye, I was...

- May I?

That's a fine-looking
weapon, peevey.

I didn't know you
were a marksman.

- I'm just practicing.

Man's gotta defend himself.

- That's true.

It's natural for a man to
want to protect himself

and his family and his friends.

- That's all I aim to do.

- You know, every
now and then I long for

the days before I ever
knew what a gun was.

The days of the bow and arrow.

A bow is an honorable weapon.

It only serves to make
a man equal to his prey.

See the deer is
swift, so is the arrow.

A bobcat has teeth,
but so does the arrow.

But a pistol, a pistol makes
a man more of a match

than his quarry, and
that's not nature's way.

It seems the only
target that's a match

for a man and a pistol is
another man and a pistol.

- I don't aim to
do any shootin'.

It's just to have.

- A gun can never be
content to just be had, peevey.

You see, someone
carved that handle.

Some smithy forged the
iron, molded it, polished it.

Some gunsmith
fashioned the barrel,

strike plate, and the trigger.

All for one purpose.

- And what's that?

- So somebody would shoot it.

That's a pistol's
destiny, to shoot.

And when a man picks up a gun,

that becomes his destiny too,

whether he likes it or not.

- Are you sure you
didn't do something

to provoke such behavior?

- Don't insult me, Taylor.

- A woman has no business
operating a trading post

all by herself.

You really are just
asking for this sort of thing.

- Why am I defending myself?

He's the one
that's the criminal.

- I appreciate your
annoyance, Elizabeth, I do.

But I'm afraid you'll
have to look on it

as a minor
inconvenience of this war.

- You don't understand, Taylor.

That man frightens me.

I'm afraid he's
going to hurt me.

- I'm sure you're
quite exaggerating.

- You care more about
your career than me.

Is that it?

- Elizabeth, how could
you say such a thing?

I could never let
anything happen

to the beloved wife
of my dear brother.

- Of course not.

- Good night!

Well, well, well.

I know you.

You're the
colonial's little friend.

You come for some
of what your friend got?

- You shouldn't of picked
on mckinney, Jack munsch.

- You gonna shoot me?

Go ahead.

Do it!

You don't have the nerve.

You yellow, little weasel.

- Mr. peevey, do you realize
that there is a war going on?

- Yes, sir.

- And do you wish to
flaunt not only the laws

of the crown's colonies,
but the best interests

of an entire nation's
righteous cause

in the selfish pursuit of your
own petty personal interests?

- No, sir.

- And do you realize
that while you may have

personal differences
with Mr. Jack munsch,

he's under the protection
of his majesty's army,

and possesses
important information

useful to the war effort.

- No, sir.

- Well, you do now.

- You're mine, you
cowardly little ferret.

- Mr. munsch that
is quite enough.

Be assured that this
command does have a limit

to its patience.

- He tried to kill me.

- Yes, that is what you said.

- Just because
there're no witnesses

don't mean it didn't happen.

- From the way you
drink, Mr. munsch,

I don't doubt that is
exactly what happened.

- Oh the hell it is!

- Mr. munsch, do you
wish to go to the stockade

to face the charges
pending against you?

- We have an agreement.

In two days, I'm a free man.

- Mr. munsch, I
have no further wish

to interact with
you until such time

as you are scheduled to dispense

your intelligence information.

To whit, tomorrow.

I'm advising you,
hawkeye, to keep your

young friend here
under the same control

you have so admirably exercised.

- You can count on it, shields.

- Peevey is the one
who had better count on it

or he will find himself
in front of a firing squad.

Perhaps you can
make that as clear to him

as I obviously
have done with you.

- I'll try, but you
best do the same

with your friend
Mr. munsch here.

- Leave him to me.

- If I can.

Come on, peevey.

- It ain't over.

- No, it isn't.

Left, right, left, right...

- It isn't fair, hawkeye.

- Like Mr. munsch
said, it ain't over.

- You were right.

I never should have
picked up a gun.

- You wanna tell me about it?

- I feel like a fool.

I turned yellow.

The only reason the gun went off

is 'cause I tripped
over my own feet

trying to get away from munsch.

- I thought the only
reason you wanted it

was to have it.

- You were right
about it being destiny

to fire that gun.

How come you're right
about everything, hawkeye?

- For everything
I'm right about,

there was a time I was wrong.

That's called learning.

Now I'll see that this gets
back to its rightful owner.

But you stay away from munsch.

- I will.

Mckinney, it's me peevey.

- Ow, peeve.

- How're you doing?

- I feel like a coach and
six horses run me over.

- Well that's good.

- That's good?

- Well you look worse than that.

- Help me up.

- Are you supposed to...

- What's supposed to have
anything to do with anything?

Help me over to that chair.

- You all right?

- Yeah, just trying to get
my head about me is all.

I can't take laying in
bed all the day long.

- I'd trade places with
you, except for that

beat all to heck part.

- It feels good to move around.

Amazing what a
fist to the belly'd do

to a body's mobility.

I wanna thank you for
what you tried to do, peeve.

- It wasn't nothing.

- No, you're wrong there.

Oh, it was something all right.

It was a stupid thing to do.

You realize you could
have killed munsch?

If you hadda, you'd
would've hung.

What if he woulda killed you?

- You don't need to scold me.

I already got an earful
from a whole passel

of concerned acquaintances.

And anyway, I gave
the gun to hawkeye

and I'm out of the
revenge business for good.

- Good.

- Well, all right then.

- I ain't gonna say it again.

- What?

- Thank you.

- I believe this belongs to you.

- Peevey.

- Mr. light fingers himself.

- What a foolhardy thing to do.

- Just like many a young man,

he confuses courage
with foolishness.

He's lucky he wasn't
charged with murder.

- Jack munsch is the lucky one.

Why should a man like
that have so much luck?

- That'll change.

- Well
how do you know that?

- Everybody's does.

- Don't scream.

- What in god's name
is going on here?

- This woman invites
me into her room,

and then decides to act coy.

- That is the most
outrageous lie.

- You know damn good and well

what he was
trying to do, Taylor.

- Enough, enough
from all of you!

Munsch, if you feel
the need for a woman,

one can be found at the tavern.

Now get out!

Lock your doors.

- Outta my way.

- Hawkeye, keep
your hands off that man

or I swear I will throw
you in the stockade.

Understood?

- Understood.

- I'm out, again.

- You still in?

- Yep, what ya got?

- Two pair, Jacks over tens.

- Dang, I had two aces.

- That's three shillings
you owe me now.

- It's not sporting
to take advantage

of the infirm, you know.

- You're the one who
wanted to play cards.

- Yeah.

I'll sure be glad when
I can get out of here.

What else is there to do
that you can't do Abed?

- Not much without women.

- Oh, like you'd know.

- I know me a little
bit about women.

I once kissed prissy mcwarner
behind the smithy shed.

- And?

- And what?

- So that's about all
in that subject matter.

Is munsch still here?

- Huh?

- Is munsch still here?

- We're not supposed
to talk about him.

Miss shields thinks
it'll get you all riled up.

- Well, she's right.

- Well hawkeye sure
is chomping at the bit

to get him.

- In short time,
it won't matter.

If munsch fulfills his
promise by tomorrow,

he leaves here a free man.

- How do you know that?

- Because I'm captain
shields' aide, that's how.

- Well?

- Well what?

- What is it that
munsch is gonna do

for the captain tomorrow?

- Oh, I'm not supposed to tell.

- You aim to let
that son of a gun

that near killed our dear
friend, mckinney, here

get off scot free?

- I certainly don't.

As long as no one knows
the information came from me.

- I know what it is munsch
is gonna do for the captain.

- Well?

- Well, there's a French
general coming this way

and he's got nary but
a small guard with him.

And he's pretending
not to be a general.

- Well if munsch is due
to give up his information

tomorrow, that means the
general must be passing

near enough for
Taylor to catch him.

A general is more
than likely headed east

from fort duquesne.

If he's within a day's
ride of here tomorrow,

that would place
him right about here.

- Yeah, that's how I figure it.

- Think I'm going to take
a little trip tonight, peevey.

Good work.

- Thank you, hawkeye.

- If I give you this
gun, do you think

you can handle it
for just one night?

- Yes, sir.

- I want you to stand
guard outside Elizabeth's.

Now if munsch comes
around, I want you to

fire in the air, bring help.

- Yes, sir.

- In the air, not
munsch, understood?

- Yes, sir and I'll try
not to fall over neither.

- That would be good too.

- Peevey?

What are you doing out here?

- I'm guarding you, ma'am.

I promised hawkeye.

- Did you also promise him

that you would freeze to death?

- No, ma'am, it just seems to be

a natural byproduct.

- Well do you think
that you could guard me

from inside the trading post?

- I can't see a reason why not.

- Good.

- Keep the home fires
burning, sweetheart.

I'll be back soon.

- Munsch.

- What?

- Be silent.

- Riders coming in!

- All right, lads.

Open the gates!

- I believe I have
something you're looking for.

General broussard,
I'd like you to meet

captain Taylor shields.

He'll be your host
for the next few days.

- Escort the general
to the stockade.

And see that he is comfortable.

Well done, hawkeye.

- Thank you, captain.

- Shields, wait a minute.

What about our deal?

- What about it?

- I have a signed
agreement with you.

- Ah yes, your amnesty.

It is granted.

Simultaneously, the immunity
you have enjoyed here

at fort bennington is, as
of this moment, withdrawn.

Hawkeye, Mr. munsch.

- Wait a minute, shields.

Shields!

Hey!

You heard the captain.

I'm a free man.

- That's not all
you are, munsch.

You are a bully and a coward.

And as I recall, you
challenged me the other day

and I apologize for
making you wait so long

to accept it.

But I reckon I'm ready now.

Now that's not much of
a way to conduct a fight.

And you like to
fight, don't you?

You're a big, strong man.

And quick, but you
like to fight boys

and attack women.

That's not much of a match

for a big strong
man like yourself.

That's just bullying.

It's not fighting.

Now, when you hurt
people and beat on 'em

as a way of living, you
got to remember this.

There's always gonna be somebody

willing to return the favor.

Now get out, munsch.

- Mckinney?

- Mm-hmm?

- I was wondering.

- What?

- Well, say what happened
to you and Jack munsch,

say it had been me
who got all beat to heck.

- Uh-huh.

- Would you a done what I did?

- Not exactly.

- What do you mean?

- I would have found
a way to get rid of him,

that's what.

- And how would you a done that?

- I would have asked hawkeye.

That's check-mate.

- Hey!

- Peevey and
mckinney learned a few lessons.

They nursed their wounds,
both physical and mental.

They did not boast of
confrontations to come.

They now know that
in the presence of evil,

virtue is no security.

Our protection this
time, as in so many times

in the past, was
provided by a hand

as strong and caring as
any I have ever known.