01x10 - The General Must Die

[bunniefuu]

[ telegraph clicking ]

That for me?Your name Malone?

I've been hanging
around here two days.
You know what my name is.

White Malone?

Whit!
Whit Malone.

Give me that.

I can tell you
what it says.

I can read.

It says, your plan for trip,
satisfactory,

proceed to Laramie,
will arrive vicinity
Thursday night.

Signal if situation
as expected.

And it's signed
just "B."

You see, I got
a good memory.

You sure have.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Howdy, Elmer.
Good trip?

No complaints,
Slim.

But folks all up
and down the line

is all fidgety
about tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Did you heard who's
coming through special?

No, who?

Well, marching through
Georgia hisself,

William Tecumseh.

Sherman,
commander of the army?

Coming through
on an inspection
tour of the fort.

Special coach,
regular time, 4:00.

It's supposed to be
common knowledge,

they got secret service
and all.

Go for it, Yank.

No, don't!

What's this
all about, mister?

Whit.

Why,
you old baboon!

How are you?

Andy, Jonesy,
it's all right.

This is Whit Malone,
my old sidekick

of the 23rd volunteers.
Man, it's good
to see you.

It's been a long time,
hasn't it, Slim?

It sure has.
This is my brother
Andy.

- Hi, Andy.
- This is Jonesy,
my foreman.

- Glad to know you,
Jonesy.
- Howdy.

Well, you got plenty
of protection here.

You don't need to
wear a g*n, do you?

You sure made me look foolish
on that old game, didn't you?

Say, you're gonna stay
for a while, aren't you?

You can't come all this way
without staying.

Well, I'm glad
you asked me

because matter of fact,
I was kind of counting on it.

I got my passport
right here in my bag.

Marked "fragile,
handle with care."

Why, I never
saw such a thing.

And I'd say sh**ting a man
wasn't something to joke about.

You're absolutely
right, ma'am,
I'm an evil influence.

And if I were you,
I'd pray for me
all the way to Laramie.

Matter of fact,
my friends and I

are gonna have
a private prayer meeting

all of our own and I brought
the refreshments

all the way
from Kentucky.

Well, let's go.

You remember when Tucker
found that wine cellar

and tried to drink it up
all by himself?

How about Hadley's bird,
that redhead, you know--

Yeah, it seems
we're learning things

about Slim we didn't
know before, Andy.

You mean you never
heard about his reputation
with the ladies?

Well, from Illinois
to Virginia,

when the 23rd
was coming,

the women used to lock up
their daughters.

- Come on,
have another one.
- Oh, I better not.

You ain't going
soft on me, are you?

I never heard of Slim Sherman
turnin' down a drink
of Kentucky elixir.

Well, all right,
just a little bit.

How about you,
Jonesy?

Oh, no, thanks.

Medicinal purposes.

I don't feel
any symptoms.

Hey, Andy, maybe you
better go to bed, huh?

I want to hear
some more things

that you did
in the army.

- He don't talk
much about it.
- He don't, huh?

Well, we shared some
good times, didn't we, Slim?

Yeah.

Didn't you do
any fighting in the w*r?

Fighting? Well, the 23rd
was the fightingest outfit

in the whole blamed army,
wasn't it, Slim?

Practically won the w*r
all by ourselves.

We could have sent
the rest home.

Slim's told me a lot
about you, Mr. Malone.

About what a great
fighter you were.

He did, huh?
Well, how about himself?

He tell you about the time
he won a medal

for taking on
a whole red battery?

You remember that,
don't you?

Yeah.

Ah, you forget about
the fighting part, son,

you just remember
the good times.

And we sure
had 'em. Yeah.Huh.

Hey, do you remember
that h*nky Tonk carnival?

Uh, guess we better
do the dishes, Andy.

That was just before
you left the 23rd

to join Brandon's staff,
wasn't it?

Just about,
I guess.

Brandon, wasn't
that the colonel

that was
court-martialed?

More than that.

He was cashiered.

Five years in prison,
disgraced for life.

I read something
about it.

He abandoned 200
of his own men under fire.

I know what happened,
I was there.

Bran was the best soldier
I ever knew.

He was bad
with Sherman,

that's why Sherman
wanted to ruin him.

Oh, now, aren't you
a little bit prejudiced?

After all,
it was Brandon

that raised you
to brevet captain.

That don't make
any difference.

I'd be proud to serve under him
even if he had--

Well, that was
a long time ago, Slim.

No sense
arguin' about it now.

How about
another drink?

No, I got plenty,
thanks.

You know, I got a ranch
of my own, Slim, up in Montana.

Prettiest place
you ever saw.

Prettier than this?

Well, it's higher,
son.

It's got more timber
on it.

Lot of fir trees,
and pines,

and a big mountain stream
jumping down there,

crystal clear,
full of trout.

You want to
go fishing, Slim?

You paint a mighty
tempting picture.

Hey, what do you think,
Andy?

Well, sounds
wonderful.

Why don't you go up there
and take a look at it?

You can go tomorrow
and stay as long as you want.

What about this place?

Oh...

Well, I could stay
around here and help out.

Jonesy and I can
look after things,
can't we, Jonesy?

- I reckon we could.
- Sure.

After all,
Jess is coming back.

- Who's Jess?
- He's my hired hand.

He's up north delivering
some beef to the fort.

Oh. When's he coming back?

I don't know, tomorrow,
the next day.

[ dog barking ]

How would you like to
do some skylarking

up in Montana,
just you and me?

- You mean it?
- Sure, he means it.

You can pack up
and be gone in the morning.

Wow!

Somebody's coming.

Who is it?

Looks like
the sheriff.

What's the sheriff
doing out here?

Oh, he's probably
thirsty or hungry.

[ chuckles ]
He came to the right place.

Yeah.

- Evening, Zak.
- Evening, Jonesy.

What brings you so far
out this way?

Oh, just checking up
on you boys,

seeing you ain't rustling
any cows or anything.

Oh, I see.
Hey, come on inside.

Oh, hi, sheriff.

I want you to meet
an old sidekick of mine.

Whit Malone,
this is our sheriff.

Pleasure, sheriff.

Mr. Malone, you stop in
for a visit, did you?

That's right, sheriff.
I came in on
the afternoon stage.

Oh, where did you
come from?

Well, I live in Montana,
but I've been back east
on some business.

What kind of business,
Mr. Malone?

Is that any concern
of yours, sheriff?

- It might be.
- I don't know
if I like this.

You came into my house
and you ask my friend
all these questions.

It seems like you've had
a little bit too much of that
whiskey, haven't you, Slim?

That's none of your business,
sheriff.

Now what are you asking him
all these questions for?

I'm checking up on
all the stage stations

at this end
of the line,

especially
any strangers around.

Oh, for that little special
coming through tomorrow,

William Tecumseh
Sherman.

That's no secret,
sheriff.

I heard about it
coming up on the stage.

Oh, somebody
as important as Sherman,

you can't keep a thing
like that quiet.

Any chance someone might
harm General Sherman?

It's possible.
Somebody with a grudge.

There's always a few soreheads
around, crackpots.

Oh, sheriff...

Everything is fine here
as you can see

and it's gonna be fine tomorrow
when that stage comes through,
so don't worry about it.

Unless you finish
the rest of that bottle
and sleep through.

Now look, sheriff, you got
no right to come here and say--

Calm down, boy,
you have had enough.

- I'll see that he's in
apple pie shape tomorrow.
- Good.

We got to face up to it,
Slim,

we can't hold it
like we used to.

- You're gonna need that
time off, boy.
- What time off?

Oh, he's taking Andy up
to my place in the mountains

for a few days,
they're going fishing.

They're gonna
leave in the morning.

Oh, is that so?

Well, who's gonna
take your place, Slim?

I am. Jonesy's gonna
show me the ropes,

we'll make out
for a few days.

Don't worry about Sherman,
we'll get him through.

We'll get along.

All right.

Good night, boys.

Good night, sheriff.

So long, sheriff.

Oh, better
take care of Slim.

He don't look like he's going
any place for a while.

Appears that way,
Zak.

Well, good night,
Jonesy.

Good night, Zak.

See a pipe
anywhere, son?

No.

He'll be all right.

Nobody ever died
from a hangover.

Not yet.

Almost.

Finish your chores,
it's your bedtime too.

I don't know
what I did with it,

maybe I dropped it outside
someplace.

Find it yet?

No, I guess
it's gone for good.

Don't matter, anyway.

[ yelling ]

Good morning, Slim.

You're feeling better
this morning?

I was until
the Indians arrived.

Hand me my towel,
Andy.

Indians?
What Indians?

Never mind.
Why don't you go
get ready for breakfast?

I already had mine.
I had to get things
done early

in case you wanted to
leave for Montana.

Montana?

Oh,
Jonesy was right.

Jonesy was right
about what?

He said you probably wouldn't
even remember this morning.

Remember what,
Andy?

About us
going to Montana.

Who's going to
Montana?

Why, us!
You and me.

To fish for trout
at Whit's place.

At least,
that's what you said.

Well, I didn't say positively,
and I do remember.

We can't go, Andy.

I was foolish to even
think about it last night.

We can't leave now.
We got too much work
to do around here.

- You understand,
don't you?
- Sure, Slim.

I ought to be kicked
for what I did last night.

You want to do it?

- Be in in a minute.
- Okay.

Morning.

Morning.

How's the head?

Oh,
it's working fine.

I just used it
a minute ago.

You make up your mind
about going to Montana?

Oh, that was just
the whiskey talking, Whit.

Thanks for the offer
but I can't leave.

Maybe someday though,
I'd sure like to see it.

Sorry you won't go.

I'll probably
regret it.

You probably will.

Breakfast will be ready
when you are.

In a minute.

Try to eat something,
Slim.

Oh, I couldn't,
Jonesy.

You said this fella Jess
might come back today, eh?

He might.

What's he
look like?

Short, tall?

Little of both.

Shorter than you,
taller than me.

Kind of medium,
I guess you'd say.

Blue eyes
and brown hair.

Oh, ordinary looking,
huh?

Most of the girls
in Laramie seem to think
he's pretty handsome.

Some girls
are crazy.

All girls
are crazy.

Well, I guess I'll know him
when I see him.

Why worry? We'll point
him out to you.

Sure.

Talking about
people coming,

here are
three men.

Who?

Strangers.
Never saw 'em before.

It's kind of early
to be traveling.

Guess I'll go out
and see who they are.

- Mornin'.
- Good morning,
sir.

This is the stage
station, isn't it?

That's right.

We plan to take the stage
into Laramie.

So we'd like to wait here
if we may.

There won't be a stage in
until this afternoon.

You could easily ride
into Laramie before then.

Our horses
are tired.

We'd like
to take the stage.

Well, it won't do you
any good today.

Won't be
any room on it.

Oh, and how do you
know that?

SLIM: I just know it.
So there's no use
waiting.

MAN: Huh, that's not very
friendly of you, young man.

Go for it, Yank.

Whit?

They're
friends of mine.

What friends?

Their names have
kind of slipped my mind.

It don't matter
anyway.

See that the horses
are kept out of sight.

This is all of them,
Malone?

No, there's one more, sir,
he's expected anytime.

We'll just have to
watch for him.

Search the place
for weapon.

Yes, sir.

Is this some
kind of a joke, Whit?

Nope.
Far from it.

I was hoping you'd take me up
on going to Montana.

You don't have
a ranch, do you?

No. But you would've been
better off if you'd left.

No need to be
threatening, Malone.

The simple truth is,
Mr. Sherman,

we need to use your stage
station for a short while.

Sherman, hmm.

No relation to
the general, I trust?

Nothing except I served
under him during the w*r.

Is that why you're here?
General Sherman?

That's not your business, boy,
but we have good reason.

If you cooperate
with us,

there need be
no unpleasant consequences.

Cooperate how?
In what?

Just by doing
what we say.

Believe me, gentlemen,
it's in a good cause.

That's right, Slim,
you'd cooperate if you knew.

Would I? Why
didn't you ask me?

Why did you have
to pull a g*n on me?

You always did ask
too many questions.

You better
get in the house.

Go on,
all of you.

You stash them things
someplace, Cowlie,

and keep an eye
on them inside.

Right.

Well, I don't know
what they're up to,
but it's something big.

They don't seem like
ordinary outlaws to me.

No, they are not.

And they probably got
something up their sleeve
for us, too.

I'd sure like to know
what they're trying to do.

Hey, he must be talking
over the plans with Whit now.

[ inaudible ]

His orders were to come in
once the first stagecoach
had passed.

- Malone?
- Yes, colonel?

What about this other man
you said was coming?

"Colonel," that
must be Brandon.
Whit's old colonel.

Colonel Brandon, the one
they court-martialed?

The one Malone was talking about
last night?

That's the answer, Jonesy.
Someone who hates Sherman.

Someone with a grudge,
like Zak McCord said.

It was Sherman who had
Brandon court-martialed.

Well,
that means that--

They're gonna do something
to General Sherman.

Something like that,
Andy.

I wonder
who the others are.

Well, Whit was
one of his staff officers,

maybe the others
were too.

Or maybe they're just
paid gunmen.

We got to do
something, Slim.

Right now, Andy,
I don't know what we can do.

Well, they're not gonna want
any witnesses left,
that's sure.

Ah, now don't worry
about it.

The stage won't be
in until 4:00,

and a lot can happen
between now and then.

What are we gonna do,
Slim?

I don't know, Andy.

It seems to me
our best chance is Jess.

You know him?

I can't quite tell
at this distance.

A little familiar.

I think he stopped by here
once a long time ago.

You, get rid of him.

Go with him, Malone.

Yes, sir.

I wouldn't try to tell him
anything if I were you.

I'd hate to have
to use this.

I know
what you mean.

Howdy.

Well, hi.

- No use to stop
here, bad time.
- No?

We got a bit of hoof
and mouth disease around here.

That's a good-looking animal
you've got

and you wouldn't want it to
take down with it, would you?

No, I wouldn't.

You ever been
by here before?

Yeah,
I've been by.

I told you he'd been by here
once, long time ago.

What's your name?

- Name's Johnny.
- Johnny what?

Hart, if it's any
of your business.

And what's your
business here?

He hasn't
any business here.

Shut up,
let him talk.

I got a tired horse,
thought I'd get him
fed and watered.

From the looks of things,
I better keep going.

He looks a little lame
on the off rear,

you notice that?

Yeah, I was gonna look at it,
threw a shoe a ways back.

- Probably sore.
- Well, we can't
help you here.

You better go on
into Laramie.

See Zak McCord,
he's your man.

Yeah, Zak McCord will know
what's the matter

and fix it in a minute.

Yeah, I'll do that.
Thanks.

Sorry
we couldn't help you.

Come back again
sometime.

You look real happy.

Well,
I didn't get shot.

Who was it?

Someone
traveling through.

Yeah.

Who's Zak McCord?

- Why, he's--
- Shut up.

Well, he's a fella
in Laramie.

What's he do?

Do?

Do for a living.
He sell something?

Yeah, shoes.

Shoes?

Uh...

Yeah, horseshoes.

He's a shoer.

He's a blacksmith
at the livery stable.

Where's this Jess
keep his things?

In there.

What's his last name,
Slim?

Harper.

Jess Harper,
Johnny Hart,

medium height,

taller than you,
shorter than me,

blue eyes,
brown hair,

good-looking enough
to please a girl.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to get
Jess Harper.

No!

[ g*nshots ]

[ horse whinnying ]

How's the head,
Slim?

No worse than
it was this morning.

Where's that man
you were chasing?

Bottom of the canyon.

[ Andy whimpers ]

Come on, boy, I think
he's had enough.

Leave that door open.

Keep your eyeon 'em.

You must be
real proud of yourself.

What's happened to you,
Whit?

What do you mean,
what's happened to me?

You never knew me,
Slim...

not the way you thought
you did anyway.

Yes, I did.
You were a decent man.

A little wild maybe,
a little crude maybe,
but basically decent.

I don't have to listen
to a lecture from you.

You don't know
what it's all about anyway.

Yes, I do.

A lot of innocent people
are gonna be k*lled,

including the chief of staff
of the United States army,

just to satisfy the vengeance
of a crazy man.

You watch your mouth.

How do you know
who he is?

It doesn't matter.
I know.

There's one thing I would
like to understand though.

Why haven't you
k*lled us yet?

You're gonna have to,
you know.

Well, I tried to get you
to go to Montana, Slim.

Why haven't you
done it already?

'Cause we need you.

There's a dummy stage
coming through ahead

of Sherman at 4:00,
secret service agents aboard.

If they notice
one little thing wrong,

then they're gonna
sound the alarm.

So you're gonna have to
handle that stage

like there was
nothing wrong.

Absolutely routine.

And you will.

And after that,
you won't need us.

Nope.

With friends like you,
a man doesn't need enemies.

I got no friends, Slim,
I never did have.

I never had anything
till I put on a uniform

that made me as good
as anybody else.

Made me better after
he gave me bars.

An officer and a gentleman
with a g*n.

Sure, with a g*n.

That's one thing
the w*r taught me how to use.

And after the w*r was over
and he was in prison,

I was nothing again,
so I used it.

That's one other thing
you didn't know about me,

isn't it, Slim?

I'm wanted
in three states.

So I got
nothing to lose.

And now you're going in for
high treason and mass m*rder.

That ought to make
quite a name for me, won't it?

He's got you thinking exactly
the way he does.

And why not?

He is a great man,
Brandon.

He was a military genius.

He was ruined because
Sherman was jealous of him.

Sherman got himself
promoted to major general

and Colonel Brandon
was court-martialed

when it should have been
the other way around.

The way I remembered it,
he disobeyed orders.

Deliberately deserted
three full companies.

Sacrificed those men
to cover his own blunders.

Look, I'm not going to
argue with you about it.

There's no point.

It happens that right now,
the tables are turned,

and Colonel Brandon
is in charge.

And it doesn't bother you
that a lot of innocent people

are going to be k*lled.

That's too bad.
That's w*r.

[ twigs snapping ]

[ horses neighing ]

Something to eat,
Slim?

No, thanks, Jonesy.

[ clock ticking ]

I think I will take
a cr*cker, Jonesy.

Oh, and, Jonesy,

tell Andy to stop
wasting his tears on Jess.

We've got enough to worry
about without that.

Yeah, I sure will.

Better bring the horses in
and feed 'em.

Get 'em ready
for the stage.

I'm going to
bring the horses in

and get 'em ready
for the stage.

You want to come along
and watch?

I can see you
from here.

Suit yourself.

- Jess?
- Yeah, here.

Are you hurt?

I'll make it.
Who are they?

- K*llers.
- Well, who are they
gonna k*ll?

General Sherman,
coming in on the stage,

us later.

You got to
warn them.

Yeah, but how?

What if I go up on the hill
and hide beside the road?

Nah, too much
can go wrong.

Yeah. And they could
have a man up there

like they did
in the Laramie side.

We got to signal.

Hey, that's it.

- Whitewash.
- Good.

On the side
of the barn.

Where they can't see it,
but the stage can
when it comes in.

Get me
a pail of water.

Right.

- You got your g*n?
- Yeah.

You better leave it
inside the barn.

I'll put it on the shelf
by the side board.

Good.

You better write
something like

"Stop, Brandon."

They'll
understand that.

- What about "ambush"?
- Hey, that's better.

- Write it real big.
- Hey.

You talking
to somebody?

Yeah, the horses.

I always
talk to the horses.

[ ticking ]

You're a cool one,
Sherman.

Most men wouldn't be reading
at a time like this.

[ scoffs ]

Battles of
the Civil w*r.

You interested
in such things?

Oh, I was
in a few of 'em.

And I'm learning
a lot from this book.

For instance, the raid
on Hackettstown.

Well, you won't find
the truth in there.

Do you want
to tell it to me?

What did you hope
to gain by disobeying

Sherman's orders
and raiding Hackettstown?

Gain?

Why, the capture of
Bragg's headquarters,

the battle, the campaign,
maybe even the w*r.

If Sherman
hadn't been such a fool,

- he'd have seen
the opportunity himself.
- But it didn't work.

Only because he failed
to support me.

You risked his whole
plan of battle.

And I could have
pulled it off

if he hadn't
forced me to retreat.

So you left three companies
of men to cover your retreat.

You must have known
they would be wiped out,

and it wasn't
necessary.

You weren't even
under attack yet.

Sherman, what was
your rank in the army?

I went in a private and came
out a second lieutenant.

Very commendable,

but I don't propose
to argue military tactics

with a second lieutenant.

Colonel...

I guess you lost
that argument anyway
some time ago.

No.

We'll see
the end of it today.

[ door opens ]

Collins is making a signal
from the hill,

something about
the barn.

Well,
let's go look.

Run, Jess, run!

Hold it.

Right there.

You're sure hard
to k*ll, ain't you?

We'll manage.

You get it all
painted out?

Yeah.

Collins is signaling,
the first stage is coming in.

All right.

You and the boy,
you'll stay here
with us.

You and Sherman will have to
handle this alone...

and you'd better
do it right.

Don't try anything,
I'll be watching you.

Howdy, Slim.

Jonesy.

Howdy, Zeke.
Roy.

Well, how's everything
around here?

Fine.

Just fine.

Hey, you two don't seem
very talkative today.

My passengers
scare you?

[ chuckles ]

Well, they are
sort of glum-faced.

I hadn't noticed.

You're sort of glum-faced
yourself, Slim.

Somebody try to
whitewash your barn?

That's right.

Didn't do
a very good job.

He was interrupted.

I bet it was Andy
that done it.

Where is he
anyway? Huh?

Oh, he's in the house.
He wasn't feeling so well.

Oh?

Oh,
that's too bad.

[ chickens clucking ]

Brandon.

What did you say?

Nothing,
just mumbling,

always mumble
when I work.

All set, Zeke.

Okay.

Where's
the other man?

He means Jess.

Oh, he's away
delivering some cattle.

Is anything
wrong here?

Wrong?
Of course not.

What could be
wrong?

[ laughs ]

Ain't they
something?
I tell you.

Well, say,

you will have to get another
relay of horses ready, Slim.

Second stage
coming through today.

Company
is doing fine.

Hyah!

There goes an awful
good chance for us.

Yes, maybe we should
have risked it.

I kept seeing
Andy's face.

If I could just
get to the barn.

Looks like time's up
for all of us.

You should have been on
your way to Montana by now.

There are shovels
over by the barn,

that will be
a good place as any.

Colonel, here
comes Collins.

His orders
were to come in

once the first
stagecoach had passed.
Go meet him, Cowlie.

The two of you watch
for the next coach.
We can handle this.

Yes, sir.

Take them on back.

It's 3:45,
colonel.

You think we ought
to bother about this?

That stage is liable to
come in early, anytime.

This will only
take a second,

just long enough
to pull a trigger.

No, there's no need
to dig, sir.

We could hide
them in the barn.

That's
my friend talking.

We'll be gone before
anybody can find them.

Who's giving the orders
around here, captain,

- or have you
forgotten?
- No, sir.

We'll do this thing
right, my way.

You better listen
to him, Whit.

He's a hand at this
kind of slaughter,

like the 200 men
he k*lled at Hackettstown.

Young man,
you talk too much.

So go ahead and sh**t me.
Then you can dig my grave.

Dig! You too.

He can't.
He's got a bad arm.

You then.

So this is the man you're
so proud off, huh, Whit?

The man whose orders
you'd follow to hell and back.

Well, that's exactly
what you're doing.

You better shut up
and dig, Slim.

You ought to
read more, Whit,

like the book on
the battles of the Civil w*r.

Learn about the raid
on Hackettstown

and your fine friend,
the colonel.

I don't have to read,
I was there.

You don't get
the same perspective.

You don't see
the whole picture.

You don't learn
the motives.

And the motives of Colonel
Brandon were pretty clear.

You're gonna shut up,
Slim?

I'm sick of
listening to you.

He was willing
to disobey orders,

sacrifice those men,

ruin Sherman's
whole plan of attack

just to make himself
some headlines.

Make himself
a big hero.

- He was hoping to win
the Brigadier star.
- He should have.

Sherman, you want this,
don't you?

Well, I'm about to
oblige you.

You've got a lot of
k*lling to do yet,

don't you, Brandon?
All the witnesses.

Remember that, Whit.
You too, Yates.

He won't want any witnesses
to what's been done here.

- Not even you.
- Shut up, Slim.

SLIM: To a man as crazy
and as selfish as Brandon,

everybody is expendable.

Even a man who would
follow him to hell.

[ g*nsh*t ]

Jess!

[ g*nshots ]

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ g*nshots continue ]

Whit?

Go for it, Yank.

This is the first time
I lost that game.

It might have been better
if you lost it at Hackettstown.

Brandon?

He's dead, Whit.

I still follow him,
huh?

All set, Wilson.

That was fast, Slim.

Exactly 4:00.

Have a good trip,
General Sherman.

You know me, sir?

I served under you,


Lieutenant Sherman,
sir. No relation.

I'm glad you're doing
so well, lieutenant.

Nice place you have.
Quiet and peaceful.

I envy you.

- Good luck.
- Good luck to you,
sir.

- Good trip.
- Oh, Wilson,
when you get into town,

you can tell Zak McCord
he can come out here.

We have a little business
for him.

All right.
Giddyup!

There's one thing
I hope.

Yeah, I know.
That we don't have
any more visits

from old friends
for a long time.

Amen.