Sergeants 3 Page #2

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Yes, Sergeant.

(GUN FIRING)

You nitwit, that's dynamite!

Well, it wasn't dynamite

when I brought it in.

Now.

(GUN COCKING)

I'll go across the street

to the barber shop and cover you.

- Hey!

- Larry!

Look out!

Go ahead and throw it, I'm ready.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(INDIANS SCREAMING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

Will you stop clowning around

and get up here?

(SCREAMS)

Whoa!

(COUGHING)

(LARRY SIGHS)

Report to the Colonel,

detail coming in with wounded.

Sloppy!

- Boswell.

- Yes, sir?

Have those men

report to my office, immediately.

Yes, sir.

Well, that's it.

- That's what?

- I'm through.

- Through with what?

- The army!

- Oh, sure. Sure.

- Sure. We heard that song before.

Oh, you think I'm joking.

I could have been blown to bits

50 times on that roof.

I'm tired of tempting fate. That's it!

- Don't tell me good old Larry's a coward?

- Now, you know better than that.

Four days I'll be out,

and I'm not gonna re-enlist.

- What do you plan to do?

- Go back east, read law.

I went to college.

Not like you ignorant apes.

Now you hurt me.

MIKE:
For some reason or other,

I can't picture you in a frock coat

and a stiff collar,

defending a bunch of thieves.

By the way, I'm getting married.

- You're getting married?

- What did he say?

The explosions, you know...

- Getting married?

- That's what he said.

My certificate.

Married.

- Amelia?

- Prettiest girl in town.

Not only the prettiest girl in town,

but her father's an ex-Major,

and he's got a lot of... Smart guy!

Smart enough to be out of the army

in four days and married in five.

Meanwhile, I hope you don't mind

reporting to the Colonel's office.

He's waiting for you.

- Indians who attacked you wear that?

- Yeah.

- And this.

- Colonel!

- The Ghost Dancers.

- Yes.

The Wanag Wacipi are here in our land.

The Ghost Dancers are from the country

beyond the western mountain.

They're followers of a fanatic religion,

a religion of death.

Their medicine man is Watanka,

who says he is the son

of the sun, Watanka.

That's the name that that guy kept yelling.

- That's it.

- That's it, right.

They believe that when all white men

have been killed the buffalo will return,

in millions, like in the old days,

and that everything will be as it once was.

Hey, I used to have an uncle like...

Sergeant Merry,

you'll reassemble a detail

to act as garrison at Medicine Bend.

Let me caution you,

we have no way of knowing when or

where this trouble may break out again.

You're to act as a garrison only, remaining

in constant communication with me.

You'll stay in the town.

There will be no scouting expeditions,

or no sorties, or anything of that kind.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir, understand.

I'll see that Sergeant Deal

and Sergeant Barrett do it, right away.

Not Sergeant Barrett,

his enlistment is almost up.

He'll be replaced by Sergeant Boswell.

Sergeant Boswell?

Port arms. Order arms.

Follow me, by the numbers. Port arms.

One, two.

Order arms. One, two.

Right shoulder. Turn.

I wanna cut.

- You don't trust me?

- No.

Cut.

Thank you.

I'll open with a file.

I'll see your file, and I'll raise you an awl.

Well, I'll call your awl with a hoof-cutter,

and I'll raise you a small file.

- Hi, Lieutenant.

- Thanks, Poppy.

All right, I'll see your raise.

How many do you want?

I don't want any.

- You don't want any?

- No.

- What are we playing?

- Poker.

- What kind of poker?

- Draw poker.

Then you have to draw!

- Have to draw?

- Yeah. Now, how many do you want?

- Give me four.

- Four.

Four. Take two.

Your bet.

I'll open with a pincher.

Fine. I'll see your pincher

and raise you a rasp.

I call your rasp

and raise you a monkey wrench.

I call your monkey wrench

and raise you a hatchet.

I call your hatchet

and raise you a sledgehammer.

I'll see you.

- What do you got?

- Queens.

- How many?

- One.

Beats me.

(OFFICER SHOUTING ORDERS)

One, two, three, four. Order arms.

One, two, three. Port arms.

One, two. Order arms.

Where'd you get this blunderbuss?

Well, Sergeant, I can't exactly say

I found it lying around.

Port arms. One, two.

Order arms. One, two.

Right shoulder, turn. One, two, three, four.

Order arms. One, two, three.

That's pretty good.

Order arms. One, two, three, four.

Dismissed!

What's this?

- Seems like old Cephie's got the pip.

- She's terrible sick, Sergeant Mike.

I'm worried sick about her, myself.

I don't know what to do. She's really sick.

The vet been here, yet?

Yeah. He said maybe it's some weeds

that she ate on the parade ground

and now she's got poison wind,

but that don't seem right

because I remember

she ate a whole field full of weeds once

and never acted like this.

I don't think the vet knows what to do.

- An old Sioux remedy.

- A Sioux remedy?

Herbs, mixed by the dark of the moon

by six medicine men.

Now, that ain't gonna hurt her none, is it?

You know I wouldn't hurt Cephie.

That's all you use? Just that little bit, huh?

No, that's all you need.

You see, this is very strong.

A little bit goes a long way.

(BRAYING)

You feel better now, Cephie?

I think she's all right.

Good girl, Cephie.

Why don't you get yourself a girl

and join in?

That's "Shoemaker's Holiday."

March, march.

Why don't they give them some guns

so they can go through

the Manual of Arms?

When did you ever do any marching,

or anything else?

I got a lot of endorsements in my file.

- You have? For what?

- I don't remember.

Hi, Boswell.

Evening, Boswell.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Parent,

and good night.

- Good night.

- Darling.

Well, Sergeant, now that your party

is off to a good start,

I believe Mrs. Collingwood and I will leave.

- Won't you stay, sir?

- I think you'll have a better time

- if we leave.

- Go ahead and dance. Enjoy yourselves.

- Good night.

- Good night, sir.

Have a good night. Good night.

Good night.

Well, what's the matter with you

two fellas? Couple of wallflowers?

Oh, no, sir.

You see, we've been working too hard

trying to get the detail ready to go.

Well, don't strain yourself, Sergeant.

- Night.

- Good night.

"Oh, no, sir.

You see, we've been working too hard

"trying to get the detail ready..."

Why, you dirty...

What do you say we go

and put a good word in for old Larry?

Yeah, for old...

- Beautiful party, Miss Amelia.

- Oh, thank you.

Lovely party, Miss Amelia.

Why don't you two join in?

Well, thank you,

but we've got a great deal on our minds.

You know, about the expedition

that's coming up and all those things.

Well, you sure are lucky, Larry.

This is gonna be a rough one.

- Yes.

- Worse than the last one?

- By all means, yes.

- (GASPS) Larry told me all about that.

My, you two should be

very grateful to Larry

for having saved your life so many times.

(LARRY CLEARS THROAT)

- Oh, we are. We are.

- We certainly are.

But, you know, Miss Amelia,

I think he's absolutely right.

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