Three Violent People

It happens a dozen times

a day, Captain...

these fights between our returning

soldiers and those carpetbaggers.

And every time,

it's a Confederate who winds up in jail.

My advice is not to get into it.

I have no intention of getting into it,

Mr. Carleton.

Come on, break it up.

Silence.

You men get on down

to the Registry Office. Go on.

- Move along.

- There'll be another day.

Why don't you go back

where you came from?

You better stay off the street.

You gentlemen will please disperse.

You ought to put them Rebels in jail.

Whistling Dixie. Come on.

They ought to obey the laws

of the Provisional Government.

Here you are.

$850 cash left from your bank draft.

- Thank you.

- I think you'll find that correct.

And now, Captain...

I'd be much obliged

if you'd let me stand you a drink.

Sounds like a fine idea.

Fill them up again, bartender.

Here come a couple of high and mighty

you-all people. Let's have fun.

Good day, Mr. Carleton,

Capt. Saunders.

Whiskey, please.

Gentlemen, as I was saying,

these here Southerners...

they're a strange breed of cat.

Yes, sir, a mighty strange breed of cat.

We whipped them good and proper...

and made them holler "uncle"

loud and clear.

And now they still want to act

like they was as good as us.

Hey, you.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, indeed, sir. You speak very clearly.

Your voice carries quite a ways.

Stagecoach coming. Bunch of new

pretties coming in for the dance hall.

Come on, let's get the first look.

Reb, new gals coming in.

Don't you even want to take a look?

No, thank you kindly.

See what I told you?

Just a mighty strange breed of cat.

Thank you, Capt. Saunders.

You sure have mellowed down a lot.

A man said that to you in the old days...

we'd have to put this place

back together.

You were smart not to take offence.

I took offence, Sam.

Just like you said, I've mellowed down.

Thanks for the whiskey, Mr. Carleton.

Good day, gentlemen.

Come on!

Where I come from, no gentleman

lets a gal get her store shoes dusty.

Jump, my pretty.

You're on your own.

You're next, baby.

I thought you was one of them there.

Well, you got to get down anyway.

Come on.

You can't talk like that

to a Southern lady.

Now listen, fella...

Allow me, ma'am.

You'd better sit this dance out, miss.

Stand aside.

Stand back, coming through.

What's the trouble here?

This Reb yelled

that somebody insulted a lady.

- Then he started hitting on us.

- Especially me.

- Nobody insulted no lady.

- Quiet.

Arrest this man, sonny.

I'll go along and proffer charges.

Take a good look

at this uniform, mister...

and don't ever again call me "sonny."

Does a Union officer stand there

and permit them to say I am no lady?

Your pardon, ma'am. Silence!

Have these men insulted you, ma'am?

And beat my husband

when he defended me.

Now listen...

Sergeant, if that man persists,

arrest him.

The rest of you will disperse.

Go on, move along.

Thank you.

Perhaps we'd better carry your husband

to the military medical post.

I think not.

If you could bring him to our room.

Room 110.

Of course, ma'am.

Sergeant, take his feet.

You two, take his shoulders. Careful.

Gently, please.

Thank you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Is there anything else

we can do, ma'am?

- No, thank you.

- You may go, men.

Lieutenant, I'll take those things.

Thank you.

Capt. Colt Saunders, 14th Cavalry.

You must be very proud

of Capt. Saunders, ma'am.

At the Point, our instructor told us...

the 14th Confederate Cavalry's charge

at Round Mountain...

will go down in history

with Gen. Blcher's cavalry action...

the evening at Waterloo.

Capt. Saunders never spoke very much

of the war.

You must get him to, ma'am.

His 14th Cavalry was an illustrious unit.

- Thank you again, Lieutenant.

- Your servant, ma'am.

Good day, Lieutenant.

- Mrs. Saunders.

- Yes?

Here, let me help you with those boots.

I just wanted to say, ma'am...

that you mustn't judge

the people of the North...

by those scum, those carpetbaggers.

We're not like that at all.

Those cheap politicians

that scurried down here...

to take advantage of the chaos...

Ma'am, what I mean is, we soldiers...

I'm sure no Southerner

would ever misjudge you, Lieutenant...

or your kind.

Your servant, ma'am.

Good day.

- Lieutenant.

- Ma'am?

I don't believe you'll be needing those.

- Good day, ma'am.

- Good day.

Yes, ma'am?

- I'd like to see Miss LaSalle.

- Miss Ruby LaSalle?

Yes.

I'll get her if you'll wait a minute, ma'am.

Will you sit down, please?

Thank you.

I woke up this morning

and my money belt was gone.

So you made moo-moo talk

with one of the entertainers...

and now your head hurts

and your money's gone. What is it?

- There's a lady to see you in the office.

- Who is it?

I don't know.

When I said "lady," I meant it.

- Keep an eye on the drunk, Tod.

- Right.

- Ma'am, you said...

- Yes, I did, didn't I? Matty.

- You wanted to see me?

- Miss LaSalle...

I have a matter to discuss which

may be embarrassing to both of us.

I hesitate to offend but...

You old hag.

You've got your hair too blonde.

It's better

when it's more on the reddish side.

Lorna, you got my letter.

I was afraid you wouldn't

with the way mails are these days.

Honey, it's like I told you:

This town is knee-deep in money.

The carpetbaggers

are stealing a ranch a day.

I'll shut up. You sit down and tell me

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