Rio Lobo Page #4

remember?

Well, Captain, how do you feel?

Back in the cave you said

you felt like a fool. Now I do.

I thought you gave in a little too easy.

When we was goin' north to get away,

we was just goin' into trouble.

- You wanted that gold bad.

- Not as bad as I wanted you two.

Somebody in my outfit

had to be giving you information.

- I want him.

- And you want us to tell you.

Tell me and I'll cut you loose

and turn my back...

The two of you will have

a good chance of getting away.

Otherwise... you're a prisoner

in the wrong uniform.

- You know what that can get you!

- Yeah, I know.

And our boys lose all chance

of gettin' more gold.

The war isn't over yet, Colonel.

All right. Over here!

- Captain. Hold up!

- Over here!

Captain! Just got this.

Damn! All this for nothing!

Give him a blanket, corporal.

Next man. You got boots and shoes?

- Chills and fever?

- No, sir.

- Any cramps?

- No.

You will, when you have

that pork. Drink this.

- Next man.

- Name, rank, unit.

Bide, lance corporal.

Tupelo Fusiliers.

It was a small outfit, getting smaller.

Last I heard, I was all of it.

Length of internment, eight months.

Give that to the paymaster. Next.

- You were right.

- I thought he'd be here.

Cordona, Pierre. Captain.

1 st Louisiana Cavalry.

You'll get two dollars, Captain.

Sign here.

- You're entitled to your sword, Captain.

- Could I have a pistol?

- No firearms.

- Never mind about the sword.

Phillips, Tuscarora. Sergeant.

1 st Louisiana Cavalry.

- Pierre and Tuscarora.

- You've got a good memory.

Glad you weathered the storm.

It's the simple life -

no wine, no women, no song.

- And no whisky.

- I can remedy that.

You don't mind

drinking with a Blue Belly?

- I'd drink with the devil himself.

- I feel just like he does.

We're headed in the right direction.

- Hi, Colonel.

- Hello, whisky for three.

None of that cow purge!

Give us some whisky.

But, Colonel, this is planter's stock.

Jamaican rum.

- I paid dear for this.

- And you charge dear for it.

Give us that stuff on the bottom shelf.

Give me the bottle.

Colonel,

I know why you want to see us.

You haven't found the fella

who told us about your gold shipments.

Who sold you the information

about our gold shipments.

No, I haven't. But I will.

You make it sound personal, Colonel.

A boy that I watched grow up

was in that car that you threw

the hornets into.

Was he hurt bad?

- We buried him the next day.

- I'm sorry.

We killed your friend,

but you don't hold that against us.

What you did was an act of war.

But selling information, that's treason.

Rotten treachery for money.

- I want the name of that man.

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