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two relay stations,

where he changed horses

and had a meal.

He was in perfect shape.

That is all we know.

No news since then.

He never arrived,

and no one saw him again.

Nor has a body been found.

We infiltrated the coconut-heads,

but we learned nothing

from them, right?

Either they've hidden him,

or Zuluaga just vanished into thin air.

The second search party

returned yesterday,

all experienced men,

empty-handed.

One of Zuluaga's horses was

spotted up near the forest.

The horse was in good condition,

grazing calmly, with saddle intact,

carrying the colonel's saddlebags

as if its master were nearby.

But they never found him.

I find it strange that such

an experienced man

could get lost in the desert.

Perhaps we overestimated him.

The desert devours everything.

That's when people began

spreading rumours.

You're telling us

that they told you

they saw him leading a band of men,

dressed like a woman.

And what's even stranger,

- the dog... his dog...

- Jersey.

His dog Jersey disappeared

from his pen

the same day as his master.

And therefore,

I'm now asking you...

why would Zuluaga desert?

Why would he dress

up like a woman?

What kind of sh*t-for-brains

are you people?

Search for him.

Go into the desert and bring

back something from Zuluaga.

Something tangible,

something material.

Use your contacts.

Something material?

Yes.

Something material.

Do you understand?

Material.

Something like...

Something like...

the dress he's wearing.

Birrita!

Any news on the supplies?

Yes, they're on

their way, Pittaluga.

It's always the same story.

We're constantly asked

to do the impossible.

I don't understand a

word you're saying.

They've been on their

way for six months.

Don't be vulgar.

Come now, gentlemen.

Well, that was fun...

Are we going to eat now?

A bit later.

It seems that you've heard

the rumours too.

The rumours, yes.

But they are only rumours.

Rumours spread quickly

in the desert, don't they?

I've heard a lot of far-fetched things

about Zuluaga since I got here.

Do you know what I think?

He was an unpredictable officer.

Don't you agree?

No.

Come on, Lieutenant.

Calm down.

This is no time to get upset.

We should be relaxing and

enjoying ourselves now.

Are you going to the ball the

Minister of War is giving?

They say it'll be very elaborate.

We are all going to the ball, sir.

I hope to see you there.

Get a good night's rest, Pittaluga.

Ingeborg?

Ingeborg!

Where the hell are you?

Inge!

Mr. Milkibar!

My daughter is not here!

She is invisible!

Captain.

Captain!

Let me take care of it.

I know how to find her.

Thanks for offering, Lieutenant,

but she's my daughter.

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