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Sir, General Bascomb wants to see you.

Finally, he has a mission for me?

Tell him I'll be in his office within five minutes.

He wants you to meet him in the stockade.

The stockade?

Sir, Lieutenant Lowe reporting as ordered.

At ease, Lieutenant.

Soldier, would you give us the room, please.

Yes, sir.

I'm sending out a patrol and I want you to command it.

Finally, I get to go after Geronimo.

Thank you, sir.

Don't get too excited.

This patrol has nothing to do with Geronimo.

This is an escort detail for some nuns.

Nuns?

Yes, yes, they went out to the Dragoons

to speak to the savages,

and they haven't returned.

The priest asked me to look into it.

So you are to locate them and escort them back.

But, sir, I should be after Geronimo,

not babysitting some nuns.

Oh, yes, Sister Sarah McLean,

and Sister Greta Gasson of San Francisco.

You know, nearly every soldier

in this command is already out.

All I'm left with are old men and misfits.

And you, you're my only officer left.

Sir, I just don't see how

escorting civilians is an army matter.

Does West Point teach soldiers

to follow the commands of their superiors,

or to question them?

Sorry, sir, it's just that.

I'll put together a roster of the men

that I'd like to have on the patrol.

You will take Sergeant Major,

I mean, Sergeant Whitlock with you.

Whitlock?

But sir, I'm about to court martial that heathen.

Yes, I know

What he did last night is inexcusable.

Yes, I, I, I did hear about that.

He's nothing but a lousy drunk.

He is also a good and experienced soldier.

You'll need him with you.

The court martial is just gonna have to wait.

He's been stripped down to Sergeant.

That will have to do for now.

Besides it'll give him time to dry out.

How many men will be on the patrol?

Six, including your scout.

Six?

I'm holding your platoon in reserve to guard the fort.

Can I at least select the remainder of the men, sir?

You may select two.

I'm letting Whitlock select one.

But, sir...

Whitlock knows his men.

He'll select a good one.

Yes, sir.

You mentioned a scout.

Who will that be?

Jefferson.

Jefferson, he's nothing but an opportunist, sir.

He knows his business and was a good soldier.

Once a soldier, always a soldier.

A soldier of fortune.

I'm sorry, what was that?

Nothing, sir.

When do we leave?

First light tomorrow.

Yes, sir, will that be all?

Just one more thing.

I know this detail might seem beneath you,

but we all started somewhere.

Handle this escort detail,

and there will be bigger assignments.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

What is it?

Mr. Jefferson, there's a soldier

over at the saloon looking for you.

What does he want?

He says the general out at the post

wants to see you.

Tell him I'll be right down.

All right.

I have to be going.

Don't forget to pay me what you owe me.

Thanks for a great night.

The pleasure's all mine.

I like the sound of that.

That's a down payment, honey, for when I come back.

Hey, Sergeant Whitlock, time to wake up!

It's time to wake up, Sergeant!

Sergeant, don't you mean Sergeant Major?

You were Sergeant Major yesterday.

Today you're just Sergeant.

Well.

God.

What did I do to lose my stripes?

From what I heard, you had a hell of a time last night.

I remember

at the sutlers drinking with Mumford.

I don't recall much else.

Maybe you want to talk to Lieutenant Lowe.

You're going out on patrol with him.

Lieutenant Lowe, what patrol?

You're a legend.

Give me something to drink.

Tastes like a cat shit in my mouth.

Oh, I thought I locked that cat out last night.

Sergeant Major, Sergeant Whitlock.

General Bascomb wants to see you on the double.

Let him out.

Faster, push it, you can do it, come on!

Come on, you can beat him!

Come on, you can do this, come on!

I got money riding on this, man, let's go!

Ah, come on, that's the best you can do?

Come on, Smith, push it, man!

Faster, let's go, come on!

I'm losing money here, come on!

Get those arms moving, push it!

Ah, Smith!

Dang it!

Smith.

Trooper McAlister.

Whoa!

Sir, yes, sir.

You are aware that gambling is against regulations.

Sir, I just...

I don't want to hear more excuses, soldier.

Yes, sir.

It appears you've won again.

Yes, sir.

Good work, soldier.

Thank you, sir.

Pick up your winnings and meet me in my quarters.

We're going on patrol.

Yes, sir, you can count on me.

Smith, what am I going to do with you?

I'll teach you how to be a soldier one way or the other.

Get your gear ready.

I'm taking you on patrol.

Yes, sir, sorry, sir.

Hey, Sergeant Major.

What'd he say?

He said I oughta make you shave.

Oh, come on.

About last night.

You're gonna get thrown back in the stockade.

He didn't say anything about last night.

Yeah, probably at some point.

Right now we have a mission.

We, meaning you and me?

Thank God, I ain't killed a savage in near on to two weeks.

Yeah, well, this ain't that kind of mission.

I don't much care what we're doing.

Just get me outside this damn fence.

I could use a break from Lowe too.

He's commanding the patrol.

I reckon that oughta be entertaining.

When do we leave?

First light tomorrow.

Um, okay, I gotta go.

What the?

Sergeant Whitlock.

Mumford.

Good morning, sir.

I assume you have spoken to the General,

and are aware of our detail.

Yes, sir.

What is your impression of Mr. Jefferson?

I think he's a self-serving snake.

Not interested in anything other than making a buck.

Well, we seem to agree on at least one thing.

Yes, sir.

I can make a guess

at who you've chosen to go along.

Trooper Mumford, sir.

Mumford, of course.

He's more than capable, sir.

If you haven't selected your men yet...

I am more than capable of selecting my own men, Sergeant.

I have been here long enough

to make an analysis of the troops.

Yes, sir.

I'd like for you to see to the mounts and supplies.

Yes, sir, I'm thinking five days worth of rations.

Do you agree?

Yes, five days is what I was thinking.

Meet me in my quarters after mess,

and we'll go over possible routes for the patrol.

Yes, sir, I'll also have Mumford bring his shotgun along,

so we can forage for game if needed.

Very good.

Just one more thing, Sergeant.

It should go without saying,

but where you're concerned I'm not so sure.

There is to be absolutely no alcohol brought on this patrol.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Will that be all, sir?

For now, I'll see you this evening.

I don't know, sir.

I still don't think it's a good idea

to send Lowe and I out together.

This may be the only way to save your stripes.

Lowe wants to bust you down to buck private.

And after what you did to him the other night,

I'm having a hard time defending you.

Is anyone gonna tell me what happened?

You really think anything I say is gonna change his mind?

He's never seen you in the field.

I'm confident that once he sees your value

as a soldier, he'll reconsider.

Lieutenant Lowe can't see past his own ambitions of glory.

You're wrong, John.

Lowe is a good man and he will be a good officer.

He's just green.

You've trained enough officers to be able to recognize that.

Yeah, maybe.

I wanna thank you for everything you've done for me, Bill.

You've pulled my bacon out of the fire

more times than I can remember.

You've earned it.

Besides you've pulled my hide

out of the fire a few times as well.

Get your men back safely, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Hell of a patrol.

Oughta be interesting.

You know, you two might wanna think about

making that last a might.

Shut up, old man.

This canteen gonna last be fine to the next drinking hole.

Yeah, I ain't barely made a dent

in this here Water.

You do know that water ain't just for you.

Got your own canteen.

Don't be expecting me to share.

You lunkheads, I meant your horse.

You see any supply wagons on this patrol?

You got a water barrel in your saddle pocket?

How the hell else you think he's gonna drink?

Stupid, old man.

Yep, it's gonna be entertaining.

Someone sure been here recently.

I'd say within an hour or so.

Lot's of horses and some footprints headed up there.

Sergeant Whitlock, have the men dismount.

We're going to go search those rocks.

McAlister, stay here with the horses.

Mumford and Smith on me.

Jefferson, you go with the Lieutenant, dismount.

Smith.

Slow down, Lieutenant.

We don't know if they're still around.

The nuns?

Scalped, skinned, one of them had their ears cut off.

Apaches don't scalp.

How could anyone?

You saw those tracks.

Yeah, and some of those horses were shot.

What do you think, Mexicans?

Yeah, Apaches are more inhuman than I thought.

I hate to say it, but maybe Comancheros.

It's a lot like what I saw in New Mexico.

We'll find out soon enough.

We're going after them.

If it's Comancheros this far west,

we should get back to post and let them know.

Lieutenant, we have a big problem here.

Apaches or Comancheros, we're badly outnumbered.

Going after them is a bad idea, sir.

How many do you think there are?

At least 20, maybe 25.

We should go back to post and let them know.

Why do you think it's not Apaches?

Sir, they don't normally scalp folks.

Yeah, and some of those horses have shoes.

Not normally, but sometimes,

and they could have stolen those horses.

No, this was that savage, Geronimo.

We are right on his tail.

Well, either way, sir, we're only six men.

We need reinforcements.

I imagine General Bascomb would shine some flavor

on the young officer that brought him this information.

Well, I bet president Cleveland himself

would wanna shake that man's hand.

Very well, ride back to Fort Huachuca.

Sir, can we finish our Christian duty first?

Have McAlister ready the horses.

Yes, sir.

Help me get the bodies.

Halt!

We'll camp here.

Sergeant Whitlock, have the men dismount.

Sir, we still got a good two hours of daylight left.

We can just water the horses and keep going.

It's not a request, Sergeant!

If I didn't know better,

I'd say you're hoping them a Apaches catch up with us.

I'm a soldier, Mr. Jefferson,

and a soldier's duty is to fight.

And a good soldier knows when to fight and when not to.

Do you have something to say, Sergeant?

We'll set up camp over in them trees.

McAlister and Smith, water the horses, dismount.

Sergeant Major, I figure since

we're gonna camp so early today,

I'd go shoot us up some quail for supper.

Sergeant, Jefferson.

Good idea, do that.

Come with me.

I'll be right there.

I gotta take a piss.

We're here.

Mm hmm.

We found the nuns here.

Do you think the savages went to the north,

or circled back south.

Well, if they went north from here,

there's no water out there.

I've been in that area.

They could have went back towards New Mexico.

The horses!

Sergeant Whitlock?

I'd be grateful if you'd get your shaky ass finger

off that trigger.

Lieutenant Lowe.

Follow me.

Mumford!

Where's Smith and McAlister?

They're dead.

The horses?

Gone.

Dead, you're sure?

Seen them myself.

My God.

Help me!

That's McAlister!

Dead, huh?

You lying son of a bitch.

Wait a minute, Smith's dead for sure.

McAlister, he's out there gut shot.

He's laying out in the open.

It's suicide to go out there.

We're going after them.

Sergeant Whitlock, take the left flank.

I'll go up point.

Jefferson, you take the right flank.

Mumford, you cover the rear.

Ready?

There's nothing...

Right flank!

If we get separated, this is the rendezvous point.

Let's go!

Help me!

Sir, we need to get moving.

They're trying to maneuver around us.

Yes, Mumford!

Give Sergeant Whitlock your shotgun.

You and I will go after McAlister.

Sergeant, you and Jefferson provide cover fire.

But, sir!

Open fire!

Get me out!

Mumford, give me a supply report.

I've got eight rounds.

Sergeant

I have 10 rounds.

Give me one reason I shouldn't shoot you right now.

Sir, we can't spare the bullet.

What's the situation?

Not good, Sergeant Major.

We got eight rounds, .45 Colt, 10 rounds, .44-40,

six rounds of shotgun shells here,

and whatever Lieutenant's got in his Schofield.

I have nine cartridges for my revolver.

Nine?

Shh, shh.

I was wondering why you were carrying that thing, sir.

You've been out of service for a spell.

Shh, shh.

General Schofield is my cousin.

Who cares about your fucking cousin?

All right.

Now, my Colt can shoot the .44-40 out of Jefferson's gun,

or the .45 Smith and Wesson out of the Lieutenant's.

Jefferson, give me one of your rounds.

We'll each have nine rounds.

You're mighty generous with my ammunition.

You got a better idea?

No

It's worse than that.

All we got is a half pound of beef jerky in the pouch,

and no water and no medical supplies.

So we're up Shit Creek without a paddle?

God damn it!

We ain't even got a canoe.

Hell, we ain't even got a creek!

Okay, so.

You got a plan, sir?

Sir?

Just give me a minute!

Sergeant Major.

Shut up, I'm in command here!

And stop calling him Sergeant Major!

He's not a Sergeant Major!

He's just a Sergeant!

His title is Sergeant.

He's been my Sergeant Major a long time, sir.

I don't care how many stripes you cut off his sleeve.

He'll always be my Sergeant Major, sir.

Our situation is not in our favor, but we have options.

There's a creek nearby.

Maybe we can sneak down and get some water.

And this position, although not ideal, is defendable.

That's true, but not for very long.

Right now, they don't know what we have.

They know how many we are because they stole our horses,

but they don't know our exact situation yet.

They'll be trying a probing attack to find that out.

Be nice if we can get higher up in these rocks.

Yes, we should improve our position.

I'm thinking if we can get up on those rocks,

we'll have a much more commanding view

of the surrounding terrain.

Yes, sir, I also think we should send someone for help.

I agree, I'll go.

No!

Why not, I'm a scout.

I can sneak past them as well as anybody.

You're just trying to save your own skin.

Yeah, it's the wrong color for you, ain't it?

I don't trust you to go back to the fort.

You son of a bitch.

I wouldn't dessert you here.

Yeah, let's ask McAlister!

See how he feels about it!

I'll go!

You, you wouldn't make it out of this canyon.

I've been patrolling this area for eight years.

I know this land.

Yeah, and you're older than dirt.

That's why you can't walk without limping.

He might be older than dirt, but he's a sneaky bastard.

He takes about as much water as that rock.

Trooper Mumford.

Are you sure you're physically able

to get back to the fort on foot?

Yes, sir.

You're aware of the dangers involved.

It's not only possible,

but probable that you be killed by these men.

Lieutenant.

I will not order you to go.

It must be your decision.

I understand, sir, I'll go.

Lieutenant.

Very well, you leave at sundown.

You gotta listen to me, Lieutenant.

It's not gonna work, Lieutenant.

Mumford, you better get some sleep.

It's gonna be a long night for all of us.

You gotta listen to me, Lieutenant.

You don't have to tell me twice.

There you go.

Now, Trooper, I know you're in pain,

but you gotta be quiet for us.

Can you do that?

It hurts to bad!

Shh.

Now, settle down.

We're all gonna die!

Settle down, we'll be outta here soon enough.

That's bullshit, I heard you talking.

We don't have any supplies!

We're all gonna get shot!

Shut him up!

He's scared!

I know he's scared!

But if you don't shut up, we're all gonna die.

Hey, it's time.

I reckon so.

Now you take care of Helga here, Lieutenant.

She come all the way from Germany.

Hell, she's killed more prairie chickens

than all the hawks in Arizona.

You're gonna go unarmed?

Hell, sir, those bastards catch me,

Helga ain't gonna do much good.

Besides, this don't make no noise.

Now, you head north from here and circle back south.

But I expect an experienced trooper like you

doesn't need some shaved tail

telling him how to navigate through this country.

Good luck.

I'm gonna go check on McAlister.

So what route you're gonna take?

Pretty much what Lowe described?

You know he ain't half bad.

Yeah, he has his moments.

He might have an ass as peach fuzz as a baby,

but he's got balls bigger than a Texas Longhorn.

He's got balls, all right,

but I don't know how you'd know about his ass.

We both saw it.

Hell the whole fort saw it.

What the hell are you talking about?

You telling me you still don't remember

what happened the other night

at the sutlers store?

No, not really.

well, let me tell you.

We was drinking.

Earlier that day Lowe had torn me a new one

for having my whiskers too long.

So, I was complaining to you about it, and you said,

"Aw hell, he's just a kid.

"Maybe he needs a spanking."

About that time Lowe come in, but you didn't see him,

because he come in the back.

So I asked again, I said,

"You really think he needs a spanking?"

And you says, "Hell, yeah."

So I says, "And you just the man to do it."

And you said, "Damn right."

I says, "You ain't got the balls."

And that's when Lowe come over,

and he told you was restricted to your quarters, so I was...

Wait, wait, wait.

Why did he order me back in my quarters?

Oh hell, we was throwing knives

at a picture of Grant on the wall earlier,

and the sutler threatened to throw us out.

I reckon he went and fetched him then.

Anyway, so he comes over and he says,

"Sergeant Major Whitlock,

"I hereby order you to return to your quarters."

So I leans in and I says,

"I bet you a dollar you won't do it."

Before I could close my mouth,

you had him bent over your knee.

Oh, son of a bitch.

If I was him, I wouldn't like me either.

So I actually spanked him?

No, no, I mean, you was gonna,

but McAlister come running and got you in a bear hug,

and when Lowe got himself picked up,

that's when he hauled you off to the guardhouse.

It was McAlister that cut them stripes off your sleeve

on Lowe's order.

You owe me three stripes.

I owe you more than that.

I owe you a dollar.

Get the hell outta here.

Sergeant Major...

When you get back,

we'll either be up higher in them rocks,

or I'll meet you on the other side.

Move out, Trooper.

You think he has a God damn chance?

Good as any man.

Get some sleep.

I'll take the next watch.

How's he doing?

I think the wound's getting infected.

He's running a fever.

Maybe they've gone.

I can smell them.

They're still out there.

I don't smell or hear anything.

They could have left

More likely, they snuck in closer in the dark.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna raise a hat.

Raise a hat?

I am sick and tired of them knowing everything about us.

We don't know a damn thing about them.

You're thinking about a little snoop and poop.

Yep, maybe grab one of them.

How do you propose we do that?

I'll sneak up there after dark.

Take a look around their camp.

Maybe bring one of them back alive.

I see the value of the reconnaissance,

but I don't think it's a wise decision to divide our forces.

I'll be in and out fast.

They won't be expecting us.

How can you be so sure?

They'll have guards posted.

Sir, these men are a bunch of cutthroats.

They're not a military unit.

He's right.

These beasts, they're not likely to have any discipline.

I don't know.

It sounds like a bad idea.

Sir, we need to know what we're up against.

How long before you think they come down on us?

I think instead we should focus

on getting higher up in those rocks, waiting on Mumford,

but we'll have to drag McAlister.

I don't know if we can do that.

If we can get him up on his feet

where only one of us had to help him, then maybe.

But just the same, we still need to know more.

I think we wait.

Got any brothers or sisters, McAlister?

What?

Oh, yeah, one brother, Tom.

He's, he's two years older than I am.

What did you and Tom do together?

We used, we used to go fishing on the Salinas River.

Where's that?

It's, it's in California where we grew up,

outside a little town called Paso de Robles.

Try to think about that, fishing with Tom.

Sounds like a good way to pass time.

Those were good times, Mr. Jefferson.

Mr. Jefferson, I wanted to tell you

that I don't hold no, no ill will on you

for not coming after me back there.

Mumford was talking to me...

I was on my way, I was...

No, listen, I overheard y'all talking,

but Mr. Jefferson, you did the right thing.

I'm, I'm not worth saving.

The truth is I'm nothing but a coward.

I gotta tell you, sir,

when we got attacked ,

Smith got hit square in the chest.

He took the first bullet.

But he didn't hesitate.

He went right at 'em, firing firing,

and reloading his carbine and firing again.

But I , I,

I just sat there.

I froze.

I did nothing, Mr. Jefferson.

I just sat there and did nothing.

Smith fought, and I let him die.

That's when they rode off with our horses.

Smith fought, and I did nothing.

At one point I saw him look at me.

The look on his eyes,

the disappointment.

I'm not gonna forget that moment, Mr. Jefferson.

So you see, you, you did the right thing.

I wasn't worth saving.

We've all done things we're not proud of, son.

Hell, I was born a God damn slave.

You can't get no lower than that.

But I made more of myself.

I played cards with white men on Mississippi river boats.

I was a soldier.

Done lots of other things.

Yeah, but Mr. Jefferson, I didn't...

No, don't none of that matter.

It's what happens now that matters.

It's what you do here and now that matters.

You understand me?

Yeah, I think so.

Good, try and get some rest.

Think about fishing with Tom.

Mr. Jefferson.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Lighting a fire?

That's not really smart, is it?

They know exactly where we are, Lieutenant.

Ain't no need in freezing like we did last night.

Carry on.

Time for your watch.

McAlister's got the shakes while he was sleeping.

Anything new?

Yeah, I'm hearing a lot of laughter up there.

Maybe some new voices.

The fire's brighter too.

Maybe they're drinking.

Yeah, maybe some friends arrived.

Shit.

Yeah.

We have to know.

I got this.

Happy hunting.

Do you remember that girl?

Ah, yeah, yeah, she was pretty nice, man.

Hey, don't drink all of it.

They're running.

They're running away.

They're acting like they can't hear.

Yeah!

Did you notice that one guy,

made it look like his pants was full.

Yeah.

I couldn't believe it.

Don't make a sound.

You're coming with me.

Bring the bottle.

What the hell!

You disobeyed a direct order!

Did I?

I specifically told you no alcohol

was to be brought on this patrol.

I didn't bring that, sir.

Our guest did.

Where the hell did he come from?

God damn you, Whitlock.

Did you know about this?

Has he told you anything?

I was waiting for you to lead the interrogation, sir.

See that around his neck?

Those are ears.

I bet a couple of them belong to those nuns.

What's your name?

How many men are in your camp?

How many?

Lieutenant, I have some experience in this area, may I?

Be my guest.

How many men are in your camp?

No, no, no!

How many men?

I'm gonna ask you questions.

Every time you don't answer, you will be hurt.

If you answer, you won't.

It's as simple as that.

Go to hell, you nigger.

Take his hand.

No, don't, don't!

25, 25.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Right now?

No, we started with 25.

How many now?

How many dead?

How many gone?

The men at the river killed three.

That guy with the shotgun killed another one.

You're doing great.

Just a few more questions.

I think you're starting to enjoy this.

Ain't often a black man

gets the chance to hurt a white man without getting lynched.

Then five of them went to go sell our horses.

Two more showed up yesterday with whiskey.

Okay, so 18 men.

The ones that went to sell the horses,

will they be returning?

You can bet on it and they'll probably bring more men.

I managed to grab this too?

And he had this Richards-Mason conversion on him.

It shoots .38s, so we can't reload it,

but it's got five rounds.

Give that to McAlister.

How long do you think before the others return?

I can't say for sure.

Help me.

But I expect they'll get back as soon as they can.

They can't let us live.

Why?

Because right now every time a white man dies,

the Indians get the blame.

They wanna keep it that way.

And as long as we keep chasing after Geronimo,

they're free to plunder as they like.

Now you're getting it.

And on top of that, they trade with the Indians.

As long as the Indians are fighting us,

they have to get supplies from that scum.

It's a vicious circle.

Yep.

If we can make it back, we can put an end to it.

If.

We do have a hold card, Mumford.

Yeah, but there's a lot more of these guys

running around than we realized.

We can't assume Mumford made it.

Okay, so we should try and get into a higher position,

but I don't know what we're gonna do with him.

We slit his throat and we save them for the buzzards.

Yeah, the buzzards.

Resort to murder, no,

What then?

I don't know.

We'll keep him under guard, we'll...

Sir, normally I would agree with you,

but we can't guard him,

take care of McAlister,

and watch our backs at the same time.

If he gets back to them, they'll know Mumford's gone,

and they'll know how desperate we are.

Look at him.

He's been sizing us up the whole time he's been here.

He knows we're short a man,

have no supplies, and are almost out of ammo.

Maybe ah, one of us could put on his clothes,

and sneak outta here.

Do you think that'll work?

It might.

I get the impression these guys

don't know each other very well.

Someone who's not in uniform

might be able to go by a unnoticed.

Maybe even grab a horse.

I don't know.

You don't know?

Do you wanna die on these fucking rocks, Lieutenant?

'Cause I sure as hell don't!

No!

He gave everything he had covering our backs.

How many rounds you got left?

I got four.

Lieutenant, how many rounds you got?

I have two shells for the shotgun,

and six cartridges for the revolver.

All right.

Okay, they'll have talked to their friend,

and know our situation by now.

They'll attack again.

Not if we hit them first.

Right, they'll not expect a counterattack.

We'll head to the rocks like we talked about.

That'll be our rendezvous point.

If we make it to the top of the ridge,

we'll continue along the top.

Jefferson, remain here, provide cover fire.

Once we make it to that point,

we'll return cover and you can come to us.

Jefferson, You've gotta cover us

till we get to the top of that ridge.

We'll never make it.

You can count on me, Whitlock.

I know I can.

On my command.

Now!

What're you waiting for, Lieutenant?

Fuck you.

Hey, you, Lieutenant!

Jefferson.

I killed your slave!

You're next!

Can you hear me?

You hear that, fellas?

One down, two to go!

That's right, ha, ha, ha!

Well, narrow it down to us.

What do you think, five, six more?

Yeah, sounds about right.

Now they're waiting for us up there.

I only have two cartridges left.

Same here.

A shame we couldn't have got Jefferson's pistol.

God damn mescal.

Too much to ask if you could've brought some whiskey?

You fucking savages.

I thought you didn't drink?

I never said that.

Just not while on duty,

but I guess we can make an exception

simply for medicinal purposes.

You know,

Lieutenant Lowe,

I was wrong about you.

You're a God damn good officer.

I was wrong about you too.

Now I understand why the General wanted you on this patrol.

I thought you were nothing but a drunk.

No.

I am a God damn drunk.

You're right about that.

Fact is ,

I didn't know how I'd do on this patrol.

Well, you've exceeded expectations, Sergeant Major.

Thank you, sir.

You know ,

maybe I was, maybe I was out of line

pulling your pants down.

Maybe?

God damn, Whitlock.

You're something else.

You ready?

Yes, sir.

I'll see you at the top.

Yes, sir.

Two of them are getting away, we should...

Cease fire, it's Lieutenant Lowe!

Lieutenant Lowe, where is everybody?

Where's Sergeant Whitlock?

Lowe, you did a hell of a job here.

Trooper Mumford told me what happened.

You're a, you're a God damn hero.

Sir?

Yes, a hero.

No, sir, the heroes are out there.

Now, now you're ready to go out after Geronimo.

Am I?

Move 'em out.

Detail, forward, march!

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