Sergeants 3 Page #3

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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

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