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You're officer material, Maverick.

Gentlemen, I give you a toast to the bravest man I've ever met.

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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?

Don't win.

All the same, I owe you my thanks for happening along when you did. I never

happened 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 be moving on.

The only 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.

It's near the Canadian border. Your geography is correct.

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

Is that all you do, loiter around gambling houses?

Home is where the heart is.

All right, let's move out, men.

That's an order!

the pot and the deal, huh, boys?

Cooper!

Your button's undone. Put yourself on report.

It's an order.

Colonel, sir, your tent is ready.

Someone marry. It's an order.

Yes, sir.

Are these your cards, Sergeant?

That's right.

Why bother to deal them face down? Why not face up?

Are you daffy?

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

Then we'd be even with you.

Are you accusing me of something?

The three of clubs?

The jack of diamonds?

The nine of spades? Not much of a hatch like a one.

Readers!

How did I know they were marked? I got them secondhand.

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.

I don't like to interfere in a personal quarrel, Mr. Maverick. You go right

ahead. But the colonel wants to see you.

Attention!

That's an order!

The colonel is waiting.

Lead on, Macduff. My 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.

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

Oh. 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

Why? Oh, nothing at all.

You're dismissed.

Yes, my Incapitan.

What are you so jumpy about?

You know what we've got in those wagons.

If that colonel of yours found out, we... Now, you let me do the worrying.

just deliver the goods tomorrow and your part will be over.

When's the payoff?

As soon as I get it from the Irishman.

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.

It isn't possible.

You mean to tell me the hotel is filled?

All...

This day we must part.

It may be for years.

mean 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, and

a corset salesman from Scranton. But things are different now.

We've got Shanahan, Callahan, Hannah C. Rourke, Murphy Malone.

What did you say about Irishmen? What are they all doing here?

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

Yeah. I asked a few of them about it, but they're kind of closed -mouthed.

Irishmen? These are.

Except when they're singing Kathleen Maverneen.

Maverneen. 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 night clerk here.

All night, every night.

And you live at the hotel.

You could call it that.

Then you have a room you need during the day, but not at 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 got to be out by 8 o 'clock when I go off duty.

That's the middle of the night. Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Uh, Miss... Maverick.

Oh, Maverick! Oh, Maverick!

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

And what else would I be?

The names?

Terence Fogarty, Mr O'Maverick.

Mr Fogarty, would you be inclined to take a fling at the poker table?

The mention of the game fills me with enthusiasm.

But me dry throat, it's just screeching for a little Irish balm.

Would you join me in it?

Gentlemen, let me introduce a late arrival to our little party.

Mr O'Maverick, meet...

Sean Flaherty.

O'Maverick.

Mike O 'Connell.

Mr. O 'Connell.

Welcome. And Charles Donovan. Mr. Donovan.

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

Cork. County Cork.

Ah, charming little spot indeed.

Uncle Terence, don't be imbibing too much of that Irish do now.

Now, get along with you, dear.

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

Never was there a time when I had the pleasure of setting me eyes on so pretty

collie. I'm Beaum... Oh, Maverick.

My niece, dearly Fogarty.

A fine, lovely blossom, Mr. Maverick.

Sure, and I'd have to be standing ear -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.

He's a fine big lad, isn't he? He'll come in handy when the time comes for us

twist the tail of the British lion, eh?

A toast to that, Fogarty. Oh, Maverick, this Flaherty's private stock from

Ireland. Not like that domestic stuff.

To a kink in the lion's tail.

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

Thank you.

She's a fine colleague.

And a credit to the cause.

And we'll drink to that. Yes, drink.

To Deirdre.

A fine colleague.

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

It's the smugdest I've ever drank.

Do you think we could start that game of poker now?

Gentlemen, I prevailed upon Miss Fogarty to dance for us. Mike, take up the

cart.

Drink of water.

Be good, alas. Sure in faith now.

That was a darling dance.

A darling 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 imposter.

A spy from the army.

What makes you think so, Deidre? Well, he says his name is Kelly, but his

initial is an H.

And he's got the worst stage Irish accent I've ever heard. A spy, is it?

the loud crush is hidden. We have no real proof he's a spy.

Whether he's not an Irishman.

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

What's the big idea? What did I ever do to you?

Oh, you've been spying on it. Hey, take it easy, fellas. Wait a minute. Listen,

I was just following orders.

Not fair.

Defeating them one at a time, aren't they?

That's true.

Handsome than any Kelly I ever met.

I quite agree.

That should be a lesson to everyone. Trying to pass himself off as an

He must have been an army spy.

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

They'll find out, all right, when it's too late.

And now for some uninterrupted poker.

And what will you be doing, Mr. Flaherty?

I'll open.

Pokerty?

Oh, I'll match it.

And I'll offer to read it.

How about you, O'Maverick?

A yin or a yelp?

O'Maverick?

A yelp.

Mr. Kramer, 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?

He's not a well man.

22, what's wrong with him?

Something he ate, I believe.

Going my way?

So you learned nothing.

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 him.

Oh, 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.

Wake up.

Tell me, Colonel Summers wants to see you.

Huh?

Colonel Summers wants to see you.

Summers wants to see me?

In bed, sir.

In bed?

This early?

I'm not well.

Dismissed. That's an order.

I suppose you've discovered the town is full of Irishmen?

The hard way.

Have you learned anything from them?

No words to Kathleen Mavone?

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

I don't know. A convention of some kind.

It's no convention.

It'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 who 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.

The Fenians have one vow.

To gain freedom for Ireland from the English crown.

That's the trouble. The British government has gotten 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

spy on them. Oh, yes, there is.

What?

About 90 days in the guardhouse for, 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 if I take a court -martial

90 days to convene All right, what do you want me to do I

knew your patriotism would come through

Satisfied? I am.

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

What are you fellas planning on doing with these guns and ammunition?

How did you get that black eye?

Poking it into other people's business?

A cheap tin horn named Maverick hit me when I wasn't looking.

You mean Mr. O'Maverick?

No, I mean Maverick.

He's no more Irish than I am.

I can't believe it.

I don't myself.

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

Well, that we do.

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

This worked once.

What in the name of the blessed saints do you have to do?

Oh, I thought you were somebody else.

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

What did that prove?

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

I've a better idea.

Get along with you, lass.

How could a slip of a girl like 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.

foolishness. What if he becomes too romantic?

Why, then you have champagne to addle his brain.

Bubble water, sure.

And lovely music, of course.

Now, 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'Mabbock will be here any second.

I'll be in my room.

Don't you be needing any help. Just scream.

Come in.

Do come in, Mr.

O'Maverick. Well, now, Miss Fogarty, you sent for me. It is 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.

Won't you sit down beside me?

Thank you, no, I'm not tired.

Would you like some champagne?

No champagne, thank you. 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, 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

so we could talk.

You're up to something. What is it?

You! You! Get out of here!

Yes, well... Get out!

You went about this all wrong.

I don't know what it is you want, but you overdid it a wee bit.

I did?

That you did.

Here, I'll show you.

First, too much music.

Too much perfume.

Too much light.

I am dying with impatience. Tell me, tell me that.

Did you learn anything?

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

Oh, come, Deirdre. Don't be playing games with your old uncle.

He's a maverick as spire, isn't he?

I'm sorry, Uncle Taron.

I wasn't able to find out.

I knew I shouldn't let you talk me into this.

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

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

Of course not.

You know, I like the young rogue.

But there's one thing I know about him.

He can't hold his whiskey.

It's kind of easy to sit up and play cribbage with an old man.

Let's have a wee drink, eh?

Yes, lad.

Oh, you don't, that little... Two Irishmen, I know you are.

Now, now I know you're drunk.

I can see two of you.

Mr. Fogarty, tell me, why did you want to get me drunk?

Because Sergeant Hanson told Patsy Conter...

You aren't a real Irish man at all.

Sergeant Hanson, huh? Hobjoy Hanson? Yes, he named the soldiers 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.

A discussion?

Oh,

Mr. Hunter.

Where's your Uncle Terence?

In Mr. O'Maverick's room, getting him drunk.

Smart move.

Who's getting who drunk?

Over the housetops.

Over the housetops.

Island sober is island free.

Lass, you'd better look after your uncle.

Maverick's got clean away. We've got to catch him before he gets to the fort.

He's a spy, all right, or he wouldn't have run.

Your uncle probably told him everything.

Donovan!

I heard something here.

This is what you heard.

Help!

We caught the dirty spy.

You can't be hitting 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 we got to the fort?

10th time, Maverick.

What did Terence Fogarty tell you?

And did you get to the fort with him?

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

Yes, but one thing to do with the spy, shoot him.

There's no other course, but it'll be done at dawn, properly, with a fighting

squad. A firing squad?

You can't put me in front of a firing squad. I'm an American citizen, just

you are. Firing squad it'll have to be, unless, of course, you care to tell us

what you told the army.

I'll get the man.

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. I'd give a

quart of whiskey to know how much Maverick's told him. It could make a

difference in our plans.

Maybe we'll find out in the morning when he faces the firing squad.

He'll talk all right. 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

him enough to make him talk.

Now, I tell you what we'll do. We'll take him up to where the guns are

issue rifles to a fighting squad, but we'll use blank cartridges.

Don't shoot him. Just scare him to death.

Sure, and I want to be a part of that firing squad, Mr. Hunter.

I want to see him shivering and quaking in his boots when he faces those rifles.

I'm 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 going to 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 Athenians could possibly do any harm to

the British from here.

It would be difficult with England halfway around the globe. Oh, no,

You just try a half -hour march, three miles from here.

Last time I looked at a map, it was part of the British Empire.

But those fellows could never take an area as vast as that.

They don't intend to. They figure that a few hundred amphenians 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 bull.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Maverick, if those Fenian fellas are able to implement this harebrained

it can lead to only one thing.

War between the United States and Great Britain.

You can't do anything about it at the moment, Colonel. Until they break out

guns and make their move, your hands are tied.

You can't prove they plan to attack Canada, not on my word alone.

That's it, and I'll confiscate their guns. That'll pull their teeth. Where

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.

You'd better find time for this one, Colonel.

Sergeant Hanson is the one who sold the Fenians their guns, and he knows where

they're hiding them.

I don't believe it.

Ask him.

Sergeant! It's on the alarm!

Bring Sergeant Hanson to me immediately.

That's an order!

Sergeant Hanson?

Sergeant Hanson?

Sergeant Hanson!

Colonel, sir?

Yes.

The train 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 a hundred barons 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

me up.

They'll come and get me in the morning.

You, uh... You have men posted around.

They'll hear the volley from the firing squad.

Then you move in and confiscate the guns.

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 of no good.

Under this veneer, I can see there beats a heart that's true blue.

You're officer material, Maverick.

toast to the bravest man I've ever met.

Your name will go down in history, side by side with that of Nathan Hales.

And rest assured that the volley from that firing squad will be heard by us.

You will not have died in vain.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

You've all been briefed. We're faking this execution in order to make Maverick

talk. So act as grim as you can.

Come and get your rifles.

Here.

What are you doing here?

The colonel's wise. He knows I sold you them rifles. You're going to have to

hide me.

Well, all right.

But stay out of our way.

a little party for the tin horn, eh?

Will not hurt him.

Just scare him a bit.

needlessly foolish, lad.

Do you have a smoke?

Now, let us know what the military knows, and we'll spare your life.

My lips are sealed.

Then we must proceed.

According to military protocol, Mr. Maverick, do you have any last wishes?

Yes.

Don't you?

Dieter is waiting on the other side of that rock.

Assume position.

At the ready.

Just like a woman.

When things are getting interesting, you want to talk.

He's not going to talk.

Let's call it off.

Might as well scare him a bit.

Six o 'clock.

Traditional time for executions.

At the ready.

Day, what have we done?

Saints be praised, he's only fainted.

Forward, ho!

Lieutenant, take these men over to the others.

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 want to stay alive, Colonel, don't move a muscle.

You're going with me as a hostage. Now you tell the officers not to follow you

here.

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

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.

About the 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.

Colonel, it's your deal. You send for me.

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? One of us has to, and you're

dressed for it.

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

Since I successfully quelled the mad Fenian scheme to attack Canada... Oh, by

yourself?

I was speaking merely as the leader.

As a matter of fact, in my report to Washington, I mentioned the part you

in foiling the Irishman.

Well, thank you.

The State Department was so elated over the affair, they prepared a letter of

accommodation.

For you.

My private and confidential secretary will get it. She must be down in the

Excuse me.

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 got to get you out of here. The colonel's on his way back.

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.

It's all right, Colonel Summers. 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.

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?

The great dawn is breaking.

The horn of the hunter is heard on

the hill.

We'll be right

back.

Thank you.