Hostiles Page #3

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(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SCREAMING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

MOLINOR:

I'll see to that, Captain.

JOE:

The rest is in my trunk.

You can take that Apache

war bow if you want it.

Morning, doctor.

Morning, Captain.

Morning, Sergeant.

Corporal.

-Ready for the journey, sir.

-As you were.

-Lieutenant.

-Captain.

-West Point, hmm?

-Yes, sir.

I want to say

what an honor it is

to be chosen by you, sir.

I'll give you everything

I'm made of.

-You can sleep on it.

-That's why you're here.

We don't get too many

of you West Point types

out this far.

We'll see what

they taught you.

-Provisions?

-Yes, sir.

A month's worth of meat,

raisins, sugar, and pickles.

-Lead?

-Enough to defend Fort Apache

if required, sir.

We'll need it.

-Private.

-Pardon, monsieur.

(STAMMERING)

Captain, I have a question

before we depart

on our journey.

Hmm?

As a new arrival

to Fort Berringer,

and, quite frankly,

as someone

with less than

ideal experience--

-(SIGHS)

-(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I don't-- I'm just--

I'm curious why you chose me.

I didn't choose you.

He did.

You've got a good day

ahead of you, Captain.

Lord willing,

the weather will hold

and you'll avoid

the monsoons. Chief.

I shined them up for you

real nice.

They're good as new.

I know

this isn't the best duty

you've ever pulled,

but, uh, well, then again,

you are getting out

of this hellhole early.

When the president asks,

a man's got to do it.

Anyone gives you any trouble,

just show them these.

They'll guarantee you

safe passage.

-So long, Colonel.

-Good-bye, Blocker.

Joe...

You were a good soldier.

I still am.

Colonel.

-(SHUTTER POOFS)

-(HORSE NEIGHS)

Detail! Forward march.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

The f***ing parade's over.

(SPEAKING CHEYENNE)

(GUN CLICKS)

-Woodsen.

-Yes, sir?

Take this sh*t off them

and put them in chains.

WOODSEN:

Yes, sir.

And take the braids

out of the b*tch's hair.

WOODSEN:

(SINGING) Guide me

O Thou great Jehovah

Pilgrim through

this barren land

Guide me

I am weak

But Thou art strong

Hold me

with Thy powerful hand

(HUMMING)

JOE:

Break them here.

-WOODSEN:
Kidder.

-Yes, sir?

-DeJardin.

-Yes, sir?

-Set up camp.

-DEJARDIN:
Right away, sir.

We'll be back directly.

And mind them Reds.

(FLIES BUZZING)

(BUZZING CONTINUES)

Comanche.

(PERCUSSION NOTES PLAYING)

Captain.

(GUN CLICKS)

(PERCUSSION NOTES PLAYING)

(SHUSHING)

They're sleeping.

(BLOWING)

Ma'am.

Can we get you

and your babies to safety?

Get you...

Get you warm and...

Boys.

Her babies are sleeping.

Just try not to wake them.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Ma'am.

Let's get you warm.

Get you some water.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I'm not going to hurt you.

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