"Then you have seen it. You can draw it." Beale offers him a cigar. He thinks he should not have come. Vineyard hands him a sheet of paper, a pen. "It's not really a map," George offers, "It's a blanket." "Yes, and army property." Beale lights up. George draws the points, a big dipper. "But what's the scale?" Vineyard demands. "Let him finish." "We think there are two possibilities. Either the whole map represents the Tejon or...." "He doesn't know, dammit;" Vineyard hisses, "They don't know scale. It could be the state of California. That's why Walker is out in the Sierra somewhere."