Rio Grande Page #3

- Soldiers' fight, sir.

- What caused it?

I refuse to answer, sir. Respectfully, sir.

- Heinze?

- I refuse to answer, sir.

York?

No, sir.

Soldiers' fight, eh?

Carry on.

You heard what the colonel said.

Carry on with the fight.

Thanks, Heinze.

- Sorry, soldier.

- I apologise.

Now, sonny, let me have a look

at that eye. You'll be all right.

You little rascal. It's the left

you should have been watching. The left.

The left like that.

Good morning, sonny.

Why, that's castor oil.

Two hours and 20 minutes late.

Whoa.

That's the colonel's quarters, ma'am.

Well, Trunkett. When did you

take unto yourself a wife?

I ain't yet.

Beggin' your pardon, but unauthorised

ladies are not permitted on this post.

I am not unauthorised.

I am Trooper Jefferson York's mother.

I... I'm afraid

we have no accommodations...

...no quarters for mothers

of the enlisted men.

I have a pass

signed by General Sheridan.

May I help you, ma'am?

- I'll handle this, Captain.

- Thank you, sir.

Good evening, Kathleen.

Good evening, Kirby.

Sergeant, see that Mrs York's bags

are unloaded and taken to my quarters.

Yes, sir.

Welcome home, darling.

I see you still have that arsonist with you.

If you mean Quincannon,

he is a sergeant major in the US Army.

Anything he may have done

long ago in the line of duty,

he did in obedience to my orders.

- Reluctantly, I may add.

- Oh.

The reluctant arsonist.

The safest way to start our conversation

would be for you to just say,

"To what do I owe the honour

of your visit?"

I saw the reason for your visit today.

- How is he?

- He's grown considerably, I thought.

Right now he's bruised up a little.

Had a fight.

A fight? With another soldier?

Hardly an officer.

Hardly with an officer.

He's not gentleman enough for that.

Soldier - that's enough for me.

Not for me. Jeff was boyishly ashamed

when he was expelled from West Point.

He shouldn't have enlisted.

I could have sent him to Lexington.

He could have tutored in mathematics

and got his commission.

But he did enlist and he's here.

Here he'll stay and here he'll serve.

Ramrod, wreckage and ruin!

Still the same Kirby.

Special privilege to special born.

Still the same Kathleen.

Kirby, I've come to take Jeff home.

He signed enlistment papers.

He took an oath.

Oath! Jeff can be

released from the army,

bought off honourably

for the sum of $100.

I brought that amount with me

in Yankee gold.

You forget one

very important detail, Kathleen.

Such a release requires my signature

as commanding officer.

You've overlooked

several other important details.

Number one:

You're a fine figure of a woman.

Number two:
You probably haven't eaten.

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