Sergeants 3 Page #5

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Come on.

(CHANTING)

(DRUM BEATING)

(ALL CHANTING)

(MAN HOOTS)

By the august face of this

image of our lord, Watanka,

I tell you, the day is coming.

Listen to me with ears of the cunning fox,

all of you.

The day is coming.

There will be peace

and good hunting for us all.

The white-tailed deer

will return to the prairie.

The buffalo will come back

from the north in their millions,

as in the days of our fathers.

All this is promised by

our master Watanka,

lord of heaven and earth,

whose bright face greets us at sunrise.

Kill!

It will be a golden day,

a red day.

Golden with the promise of

our future happiness...

Kill!

...red with the blood of those enemy

intruders, the whites.

But this great day, this promised day of

Watanka will not come of itself.

The whites must be killed

by our own hands.

Kill!

The streams of this hallowed land

must run red with their alien blood!

ALL:
Kill!

ALL:
Kill!

(CHANTING)

We got to find a way out of here.

The Colonel's got to know.

Kill!

All right, in the name of the

President of the United States of America,

Ulysses S. Grant,

you are all under arrest. Come on!

MAN:
Sergeant!

- Sergeant Merry!

- We found them, Sergeant Mike.

- Found who?

- The Ghost Dancers.

Just where Caleb said they'd be,

up on the high place.

Wait a minute, start again.

We found the Ghost Dancers

that Caleb told us about.

They're up on the high place.

Where's Sergeant Deal?

- They got him.

- Who got him?

The Ghost Dancers. They got him there,

and there's a whole bunch of them.

I'll tell you something.

The only reason I got out

was because of this here, and the mask.

They're going to kill him, Sergeant.

We'd better get moving, Mike,

so we can get him out of there.

You'll do nothing, you're a civilian.

Can you find your way back there again?

- Yes, Sergeant Mike.

- Get two horses ready.

Yes, sir.

- And get out of those silly clothes.

- Yes, Sergeant.

Mike, you taking a detail?

Detail?

The Colonel would throw the book at me.

Well, I'm going with you.

You trying to crawl back in the army,

Sergeant? We don't need you.

This has got nothing to do with the army,

and I'm not going to re-enlist.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well,

if you really want to help your friend Chip,

just sign that.

You're crazy.

I'm not signing anything,

except this marriage certificate.

Then you don't go. We can't have any

meddling civilians hanging around.

The army cannot be responsible

for you getting your hair lifted.

(WHISTLING)

I'll fill the rest in later.

Come on, soldier, get your stuff.

What is it, Larry? What's wrong?

Well, Chip's in trouble.

I got to help Mike find him.

What kind of trouble?

Indian trouble.

Real live Indians?

Of course, real live Indians.

What are you driving at?

Nothing. Just thinking about

Sergeant Boswell's gastric attack.

- What has Sergeant Boswell's gastric...

- In a word, trickery.

Trickery?

Oh, Larry, can't you see

they're doing it again?

All right, so even if it were true,

and I don't believe

for one single minute that it is,

there're an awful lot of other

soldiers here that can take care of it.

They don't need you.

Amelia, this may be hard for you

to understand, but Chip is my friend.

- Your what?

- My friend!

I know it's hard for you to understand.

Yes, it's hard for me to understand

after all the things he's done to you.

Well, what am I?

Don't I count? Don't my feelings matter

after coming all the way out here?

Amelia, I know it's very hard and I...

If you would just listen.

No, I won't listen. You listen to me, Larry.

My folks didn't want me

to come all the way out here.

In fact, my mother was very angry.

And if something happens, and we

don't get started back this morning...

Well, if you have to go looking for Chip...

Larry, if you go after Chip,

then that's the end for us.

- That's the kind of a man you want.

- What do you mean?

Someone who'll run out on his

friends when they're in trouble?

Friends? And what makes you

so sure about the trouble?

Amelia, you don't want a man,

you want a mouse, and I'm not...

You're so right!

- Then it's settled.

- Yes.

- Larry.

- Yes?

Be careful.

- Oh, please take care of yourself.

- I will.

I will.

JONAH:
This here is where

we almost lost Sergeant Chip.

MIKE:
How much further?

JONAH:
That... That high place up there.

- MIKE:
This is the only way up?

- Or down.

LARRY:
What if the Indians are up there?

MIKE:
We got to find Chip.

This is it, Sergeant.

MIKE:
Looks pretty deserted to me,

your hole.

- This is the cave you talked about?

- Yes.

- You're going in there?

- Certainly.

- How do you know there's no one in there?

- I don't know.

- You're going in anyway?

- You got any better ideas? Come on.

(CHIP SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Great Gods have smiled on us

this day, Son.

Yes, Father.

Untie him.

He will never be untied now.

We asked him questions,

he would not answer,

so we leave him here to rot.

No food, no water,

till great buzzards come.

He's a cute kid, Mike.

So is his son.

(SHOUTS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

I ask you question, you tell.

Where is Colonel and his troops?

They're at the fort.

I give you one more chance.

Where is Colonel and his troops?

- At the fort.

- Are you ready to answer?

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- Are you ready to answer?

- Wait, wait.

Well?

I don't know what the Colonel's plans are,

but...

He's got a piece of paper in his pocket.

It's got some information on it.

Right under that button.

Traitor.

Dirty rotten traitor.

You say, tell, you say.

You had it upside down.

(SCREAMING)

No chance, soldier.

Even with this, no chance.

Release my people.

Quickly!

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Now, get your people down the trail.

No, Father, no. Let him kill me.

Get them down the trail,

or I'll cut his throat.

Let him kill me!

Have you out of here in a minute,

Sergeant Chip.

Get down the trail.

The bugle's right where you left it.

Come on.

All will die.

- Did you bring any food, any water?

- No.

Any liquor?

You ain't much good, are you?

Oh, what I wouldn't give for a big plate

of corned beef, a nice tall beer

with a big, thick head on it,

about 2 inches thick.

Like yours.

Larry, at least you won't have to be

worrying about practicing law

and wearing those high, thick collars

and defending those thieves.

Oh, he forgot about that already.

Gave it up.

Welcome back, Larry!

If I don't get something to eat soon,

I'm going to look like one of them skulls.

If we don't figure a way on

how to get down from here,

you won't need any food,

because you're gonna have

no place to put it.

How about we eat that Indian?

MAN:
(SCREAMING) Watanka! Watanka!

(SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

All come, all.

The big white man and all the long knives.

They come straight down the valley.

Already I see the totem on its pole.

White and red stripes.

He means the flag.

Watanka, my honored father,

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