Rio Grande Page #2
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- 1950
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- Go ahead. Tell him, Reb.
This fella here spoke real derogatory
about the boy's pappy.
He said he was the teacher's pet
of a chowder-headed Mick sergeant.
What's that mean, Doc?
- Did you say that?
- Yes, I did.
- You did, did you?
- Yes, I did.
- Did you mean it, did you?
- Yes, I did.
We'll settle this tonight behind
the picket lines. Soldier fashion.
Marquess of Queensberry Rules.
Chowdered-face... Chow...
What was it he said?
- Chowder-headed Mick sergeant.
- Chowdered-headed Mick...
- And you meant it?
- Yes.
Nine o'clock tonight, boys.
Get it done, Johnny Reb.
Come on, boy!
Pull him up. Put some water on him.
- You're winning. Like a mountain lion.
- You're doin' good.
But don't forget to keep your left up.
Twist it like this.
- You're doing good.
- You'll get busted for this, Quincannon.
You're doin' all right, but use that right.
Keep throwing that right in there.
Hit him with the right.
It's a lovely fight, Heinze,
but watch them fouls. None of that.
And when you come out of the clinches,
none of that.
Well, Quincannon? Talk fast.
- Soldiers' fight, sir.
- What caused it?
I refuse to answer, sir. Respectfully, sir.
- Heinze?
- I refuse to answer, sir.
York?
No, sir.
Soldiers' fight, eh?
Carry on.
You heard what the colonel said.
Carry on with the fight.
Thanks, Heinze.
- Sorry, soldier.
- I apologise.
Now, sonny, let me have a look
at that eye. You'll be all right.
You little rascal. It's the left
you should have been watching. The left.
The left like that.
Good morning, sonny.
Why, that's castor oil.
Two hours and 20 minutes late.
Whoa.
That's the colonel's quarters, ma'am.
Well, Trunkett. When did you
take unto yourself a wife?
I ain't yet.
Beggin' your pardon, but unauthorised
ladies are not permitted on this post.
I am not unauthorised.
I am Trooper Jefferson York's mother.
I... I'm afraid
we have no accommodations...
...no quarters for mothers
of the enlisted men.
I have a pass
signed by General Sheridan.
May I help you, ma'am?
- I'll handle this, Captain.
- Thank you, sir.
Good evening, Kathleen.
Good evening, Kirby.
Sergeant, see that Mrs York's bags
are unloaded and taken to my quarters.
Yes, sir.
Welcome home, darling.
I see you still have that arsonist with you.
If you mean Quincannon,
he is a sergeant major in the US Army.
Anything he may have done
long ago in the line of duty,
he did in obedience to my orders.
- Reluctantly, I may add.
- Oh.
The reluctant arsonist.
The safest way to start our conversation
would be for you to just say,
"To what do I owe the honour
of your visit?"
I saw the reason for your visit today.
- How is he?
- He's grown considerably, I thought.
Right now he's bruised up a little.
Had a fight.
A fight? With another soldier?
Hardly an officer.
Hardly with an officer.
He's not gentleman enough for that.
Soldier - that's enough for me.
Not for me. Jeff was boyishly ashamed
when he was expelled from West Point.
He shouldn't have enlisted.
I could have sent him to Lexington.
He could have tutored in mathematics
and got his commission.
But he did enlist and he's here.
Here he'll stay and here he'll serve.
Ramrod, wreckage and ruin!
Still the same Kirby.
Special privilege to special born.
Still the same Kathleen.
Kirby, I've come to take Jeff home.
He signed enlistment papers.
He took an oath.
Oath! Jeff can be
released from the army,
bought off honourably
for the sum of $100.
in Yankee gold.
You forget one
very important detail, Kathleen.
Such a release requires my signature
as commanding officer.
You've overlooked
several other important details.
Number one:
You're a fine figure of a woman.
Number two:
You probably haven't eaten.There's a box of silver in that chest.
I'll send someone over to set the table.
- You will dine with me?
- Of course.
The regimental singers.
Probably to serenade you.
That is... very gracious of them.
- With Mrs York's permission.
- Thank you.
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my blushing bride
The roses all have left your cheeks
I watched them fade away and die
This music is not of my choosing.
I'm sorry, Kirby.
I wish it had been.
And tears bedim your loving eye
I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'll take you
To your home again
- Goodnight, Kathleen. Sleep well.
- I'm sorry to dispossess you.
I dispossessed you
You've grown more thoughtful.
Pleasant dreams.
Goodnight, Kathleen.
- Who's that?
- Sergeant Major Quincannon, ma'am.
Johnny!
Sergeant, tell them Indians
to stop that yowling.
And make them put them fires out!
Would you like to have me
carry you across?
I would not!
What was that verse you used
to sing about the Alamo?
Trooper York.
Fellas, this is my mother.
I'm deeply honoured, ma'am.
- Glad to make your acquaintance.
- Howdy, ma'am.
You don't have to hide your bruises, Jeff.
Your father told me all about them.
What kind of man is he, Mother?
He's a lonely man.
He's a very lonely man.
They say he's a great soldier.
I suppose he is, but...
is hateful to me.
I've come to take you home, Jeff.
I can't leave, Mother. It'd be quitting.
You're stubborn and proud, Jeff.
Just like he is.
Just like you are, Mother.
- I'll buy you out.
- No.
I failed at West Point.
I'm gonna work this out my own way.
I'll take you home as soon as
your father signs your papers.
Maybe they didn't tell you, Mother,
but the application
requires my signature, too.
I refuse to sign it.
I'd like to... Them blasted coyotes.
What coyotes, sir?
- Them ain't coyotes, sir.
- How long have you been out West?
Long enough to know a coyote
when I hear it, sir.
Watch it.
Jeff! Jeff! Put out that light.
Call the alarm.
Yes, sir.
This is an attack, Prescott.
Order a skirmish.
Skirmishers! Follow me!
Uncle Timmy! Uncle Timmy!
- How's Mrs York?
- Mrs York is not in her quarters.
Trooper York, take your mother
back to her quarters.
Yes, sir.
I will see you later, Captain.
Chiricahua.
Mescalero.
Chiricahua.
Mescalero.
White Mountain.
They've concentrated three tribes.
This means real trouble, gentlemen.
Unless we can stop them
before they cross the Rio Grande.
Captain St Jacques,
you will form Troop A.
Two bandoliers of ammunition
per trooper, four days' rations.
- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
- Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
Ready to move out in 30 minutes.
for being out of bounds, as you call it?
No, but we can't have
the colonel's lady fainting
every time there's a little shooting.
Kirby...
I'll take them.
Thank you.
Attention.
Column of twos, Captain.
Right by twos!
Singers! Give us a tune.
Water, Sandy.
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