Dances With Wolves Script Is this the last one? I don't know. There's no ether, either. Oh, Jesus Christ. You there! Is this the last one? God, what a mess. At least there's no gangrene. There will be if it doesn't come off soon. Well, I can't saw if I can't keep my eyes open. I'm sorry. Let's coffee up. He can wait a few more minutes. Uh... Ohh... Come here! Move it! Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh! Oh! Oh, God! Ohh... Aah! Glass. Is that Tucker's men? Yes, sir. How long has it been like this? We found them this morning. They've been here two days. Is that you, Lieutenant? [Gunshot] Sons of bitches. Hey, come on. You better take cover. I ain't kidding. These boys are shooters. Come on. Go under cover. There you go. You went to the hospital? It was no good. What's going on here? What's going on here? That seems to be the question, all right. See, you could ask the major, but he don't know. He's busy. He's busy trying to figure out how come the officers' mess run out of peach ice cream.

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