:39:02
- Move them out.
- Which way, Captain?
:39:04
To Mexico, you bloody idiot!
:39:17
November 19. We are in Mexico...
:39:18
November 19. We are in Mexico...
:39:20
and this day's events
have made it clear to everyone...
:39:22
that the Major's present war is not
with the South, but with the Apache.
:39:26
- Lunge!
- That's very good, Aesop.
:39:29
Thank you, sir.
:39:30
But as Napoleon said, only thunderbolts
can be preferred to cannon.
:39:34
- Good night.
- Good night, sir.
:39:37
Order arms.
:39:43
Thank you, Priam.
:39:56
Boy, I'm speaking to you!
:40:03
You're forgetting your manners, nigger.
:40:08
Come on over here and pull off my boots.
:40:21
Lieutenant Graham.
:40:24
Check the pickets.
:40:37
Did you hear me, boy?
:40:55
Do it, boy, now.
:40:59
Let me, son.