The Good, the Bad and the Ugly1966

Captain Harper:
For the last time, Sergeant, I'm telling you I want the prisoners treated as prisoners. No more brutality.

Angel Eyes:
There's hundreds of prisoners out there and only a few men to guard 'em. Now what am I supposed to do? I have to have respect.

Cpt. Harper:
I think that you'll manage to gain their respect by treating them better.

Angel Eyes:
Are our men treated that well in Andersonville camp?

Cpt. Harper:
I don't give a goddamn what they do in Andersonville! While I'm in charge here the prisoners are not to be tortured, or cheated... or murdered.

Angel Eyes:
That an accusation?

Cpt. Harper:
Sergeant, gangrene is eating my leg away. Not my eyes. I know the prisoners here are being robbed systematically. I know there's scum around who are bivouacked near the camp, waiting for someone to deliver this loot. But as long as I'm commandant I won't permit any such trickery. Am I clear?

Angel Eyes:
Yes, sir. Just as long as you're the commandant.

Cpt. Harper:
Yes, Sergeant... I know this leg means I won't last very long. But I pray I can manage to have enough time to amass evidence to bring to a court-martial all those who dishonor and discredit the uniform... of the Union.

Angel Eyes:
I wish you luck.