Between Heaven and Hell

Give me that picture!

Sure.

Let's see the picture, Gifford.

Let's see it.

I want the picture!

Hold it!

What's this about a picture? You sound

like a bunch of stinkin' schoolgirls.

He's got a picture we want to see.

- A picture of what?

- My wife.

What? Oh, your wife.

You guys got nothing better on your minds

than to think about another guy's wife?

All right, Francis.

Let me have the picture.

Come on, come on.

Let me have the picture.

I ain't gonna look at it.

You got a pretty wife, Gifford?

I got a pretty wife.

About the prettiest wife in Waco,

Texas.

I'll bet she's runnin' around

with more guys than you can count.

- Oh, Waco, don't start that again.

- Shut up!

Now, I don't like no bad blood

around headquarters.

All right, Francis, get out of here.

Go find yourself a hole to live in.

Hey, you know what

you've done now, don't you?

You've got him started, and it'll take us

all night to get him calmed down.

He respects a man's wife.

He don't respect nothin'.

And Waco ain't married.

Get goin', Gifford.

You heard Waco.

Welcome.

Thought for a while you'd

took up with 'em.

- Chaw?

- No.

Ought to be goin' on

outpost pretty soon.

Is that better than this?

It's away from Waco.

Hi, Little Joe.

This here's a new replacement.

Sam Gifford's his name.

I heard. How'd you like Waco, Sam?

I didn't.

Figures. Waco's a sick man.

Sometimes I wonder how long it's

going to take the Inspector General

to find out what's going on up here.

50 years.

Miles is nobody's fool.

He's gonna wise up to Waco one day.

- How come they transferred you here, Sam?

- Hit an officer.

You fellas can think

of more ways to get in trouble.

They sure can, Lieutenant.

You're a lieutenant?

That's what it says on the paper.

You National Guard, volunteer or draftee?

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