Sergeants 3 Page #2

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And I can carry water, too.

You better go back. Go on back to the fort.

It's against regulations,

so go on back to the fort.

He don't understand. I'll explain.

Yeah, you do that, Sergeant.

Is Caleb following back there

with a rear guard?

Yes, Sergeant Chip.

All right, you go back there

and stay out of sight.

- But Sergeant Mike said...

- Just stay out of sight.

- Well, what do you make of it?

- I don't know.

CHIP:
Nice quiet town.

- Let's have a look.

- Let's go, baby.

- Corporal Ellis.

- Yes, Sergeant.

Get the horses into the corrals,

leave them saddled.

Jones, post your men on that side!

(MULE BRAYING)

So you made him understand, huh?

- Still with that detail there.

- Still with the detail.

Anything happens to him,

I'm gonna see you get court-martialed.

Let's take a look around.

- Your posting, sentries.

- Outside the town, Sergeant!

Ellis.

You seen any Indians?

- How do you figure this?

- I don't.

- Go get those horses some water.

- All right.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Who are you?

Psst.

Ask him who he is.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

He says he's from the far west,

beyond the mountains. Two moons.

That's 2,000 miles.

He's crazy.

- What have we got here?

- I don't know. No arms, nothing.

Look at those markings on his vest.

Never saw Indians like this before.

Watanka!

MEN:
Watanka! Watanka!

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MEN RESPONDING

IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Watanka!

MEN:
(SCREAMING) Watanka!

Ambush!

(GUNSHOTS)

What took you so long?

(INDIANS SCREAMING)

The Fourth of July.

Get out of there, Jonah.

It's no time to dig holes.

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.

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