All language subtitles for Beau Geste 4 (1)

Trust me, friend.

I, Boldini, will be
your guardian angel.

What I know, and who I know

can be of great help
to you, my friend.

But a man has to live.

I get your meaning, Boldini.

Good. We understand
each other. Come.

Take this one. You
won't be too drafty.

There's not much
fear of that in here.

Did you find out anything?

Your friends aren't in
Marseille. I have made inquiries.

Yesterday, two
Englishmen sailed for Oran.

From there they go
to Sidi-bel-Abbes.

Is that where we'll go?

There, or Saida.

Have we any say about which?

10 francs would have a say.

I have a friend in the office.

He can arrange that we
go to Sidi-bel-Abbes?

No, if we're on the list for
Saida he will correct the mistake.

It's quite safe.

You're right. You are a help.

We will be the bon gang, eh?

Monsieur does not like the
atmosphere of our little nest?

No, I don't.

Maybe you don't like
the look of me, either.

No, not much.

What are you
going to do about it?

So you want that window open.

Very intelligent of you.

Suppose I want it shut.
Suppose I don't.

Suppose we all want it shut.

Oh, well, then there
is the end of the matter.

If the majority prefer
to poison themselves,

they have a perfect right to do so.

Huh!

Come here and shut
up, Schwartz, and leave it.

A little bit of air won't kill you.

(inaudible) English.

Would you like the
ceiling raised any?

No, it will do.

You Britishers, you
think you own the earth.

I say, who's this low, foreign
fellow? Doesn't know him, do I?

What say you, chaps? Let's
throw open all the windows!

Britishers.

You're American.

How'd you guess?
What else?

Stars and Stripes Forever.

I come from God's own country
and I guess it licks creation.

It's all the uneasy
self-assertion of your countrymen.

Did you hear that, Hank?
He's insulting our poor country.

Says we suffer from
"uneasy self-assertion."

Well, I ain't inserted nothing
here for real long time.

My innards are uneasy.

I could insert a whole
hog with nary a burden.

You don't mean that, Hank.

Can't tell, can we?
We don't talk American.

Now don't you go rilin' him, Hank.
He don't like it and he don't like us.

He ain't been himself lately.

He ain't eaten
nothing for three days.

Are you serious?

Nary a mouthful. It's
tragical. He's a growing boy.

Perhaps, you gentlemen,
would like to lunch with me?

Did you hear that, Hank?

He's calling us gentlemen.

He don't mean nothing by it though.
He's just talking English actually,

you listen well and
improve your mind.

Look, I got some dough.

Maybe you two hobos
ain't too proud to eat with a...

a dog-ghastly Britisher.

Put her right there, son.

My name is Buddy and this
poor old boy's name is Hank.

John Smith.

Where can we get you some food?

Well, I reckon there ought to be
at a canteen even in this country.

Hey, chuck wagon is here.

Hey, that looks OK.

Now this is what I
joined the Legion for.

That's yours, kid.

I don't want two,
I'm not hungry.

I got this for you and…
Buddy.

He ain't bad for Britisher, Hank.

That he ain't,
Buddy, that he ain't.

Smith.

(inaudible) Schwartz.

Yes, join the party, Schwartz.

Thank you, John.

What'd I tell you, a
damn fine gentleman, eh?

Excuse me.

All friends here.

The kid's making friends fast.
It's good wine.

You sure are popular, son.

I'd seem to, only
three ha'pence a bottle.

I don't suppose they allow
no hard intoxicating liquors like

rye whisky, in these
foreign canteens, eh?

They don't appear to.

Naw, we're gonna drink this
here red juice and be thankful.

Get used to it with all the other
cruel deprivations and hardships.

Boldini.

I've seen to our little
the matter of business,

we sail for Oran tomorrow.

All of us?
Yes, sir.

All the recruits who came
today go to Oran tomorrow.

When do we eat? That's
what I want to know.

Can't we go out somewhere and
get some eats and a real drink?

Next meal tomorrow morning,
soup, bread and coffee.

And you will not be allowed
to leave here for any reason

until you're marched
down to the boat for Oran.

What? I'll be a living
skeleton by then.

C'est la Legion!

Boldini has already served
five years. He's realistic.

Speaks well for the Legion.

Yes, or ill for the chance of
ex-legionnaire to earn a crust of bread.

Yeah, you don't get that here either.

Been up against it, eh?

Huh!

Starved.

Tramped my feet off.

Slept in the mud.

Begged myself hoarse for work.

Driven at last to choose
between jail and the Legion.

I chose the Legion
for some reason.

Better the devils you know
than flee (to) the devils you don't.

Better give the guy another drink,
he seems depressed.

Share and share alike, eh?

Friend. Mein Freund.

It's quite a night, Americans.

Anybody'd think the poor
boobs had been drinking.

Yeah, they got to make out
this here stuff's whiskey.

It's the only way they
can keep their spirits up.

Son, have you
got any money left?

Oh, yes, certainly.
You're most welcome...

When you go to bed tonight,

you take your money and stick it
inside your pillow and tie the end of it.

Well, or you can stick it down
inside your vest and lie on it.

That's hardly necessary, surely.

It looks unkind and suspicious.

Oh, please yourself, of course.

If you want Mister Cascara
Sagrada to get his hands on it.

He's a bad'un, son.

Crookeder than a snake
with the bellyache.

Meaner'n a bull with
a brain full of ticks.

Nonsense, he's been very helpful.

I guess I just got an evil mind.

You're a trifle
eccentric, that's all.

Levez-vous. Levez-vous.
Out you get.

On your feet.

Come on, get moving.

(in French)

Get out of bed!

Get out!

Get awake.

Something wrong, kid?

My money's gone.
I warned you.

You wouldn't listen to
me, you was all trusting.

Good thing for you, I wasn't.

I thought I better mind it last night
when I saw you was out like a light.

Sure enough about 2 AM in the
morning along comes Mr. Boldini

to see how your money's getting on.

"It's alright, fella," I says.
"I'm minding it for him."

And Mr. Boldini says,

"Oh, I thought maybe somebody
thought the wrong thing."

"So did I," I says.

"And I was right, too."

And then he turned around a little,

tucked his tail between his
legs, and crept on back to his hole.

Buongiorno, all is good?

You think he meant to rob me?

There ain't nothing surer than that, son.

He did volunteer to be my guide and mentor.

Guide and what?

He said he would
look after my interests,

Keep me right.

Listen, kid, he's a low-born thief.
I've seen his kind before.

You've got something that he
wants and he means to have it.

Maybe we're being
a bit unfair on him.

Quiet.

Listen.

Quiet!

At 12 o'clock,

you go on board the steam packet,
General Negrier.

Destination: Oran.

Parade in the square at 11:30.

And don't be late.

Hey, Corp.,

We get fed before we go?

We shall eat like kings, my friend.
Yeah. When?

Do not buy any of this rubbish.

Within the month you will need every
coin you possess to buy oblivion.

And remember this,

resist the decrees
of heaven if you will,

but never those
of your corporal!

...and beware of the local wine,

the blessing and the
curse of the Legion.

I have just drunk two bottles.

And beware of women,

the blessing and
the curse of our men.

I have married three of them.

But above all,

beware of the absinthe.

It is the most fiendish poison.

I should know what
I am talking about.

I was brought up on the stuff.

All right, mes enfants, this
where you will be sleeping,

Allez soldats.

Home, sweet home.

Enter the third robber!
John!

You unutterable young fool!

Oof!

Go on, boy!
Go and get him!

Mad English.

They fight when
civilised people embrace.

Tear their ears off.

Pax!

Beau and Dig,

let me introduce two dyed-in-the-wool
white men from God's own country.

Hank and Buddy, my brothers,

Michael and Digby.
How do you do?

Just fine! How are you, boy?

Howdy.
Hi.

Hey, now!
Americans, possibly?

Yes.

Mr. Francesco Boldini,
my brothers,

Michael and Digby.

Hello.

I think wine is
indicated, gentlemen.

If you'll allow me to show you
the way, I know the canteen here.

Pay attention!
Stand on your beds.

Command, obey.

Face to your front.

My name is Lejaune,
Sergeant-Major Lejaune.

I am in command here.

And don't you forget it,

you miserable sweepings
of the gutters of Europe.

So, we have a dog who laughs.

You will not be laughing
one week from now.

I have a way of
curing that affliction.

Corporal Dupre, how tall must a man
be before he is accepted for the Legion?

I don't know, Chef.

In fact, he must be tall enough
otherwise they wouldn't have taken him.

We have an undersized cur.

I guess I seen better
things on sticky flypaper.

Open your mouth once more,
I will close it with my boot.

You are a lazy pig, I wager.

But I will teach you
to move, and quickly.

Sure, Bo, spill another mouthful.

You speak again, I kick
your teeth down your throat.

So, English gentlemen.

I don't like gentlemen.
Show me your hands, up.

You have never done a day's
work in your life.

I will harden those hands for you.

I shall manicure
you before you die.

I am going to turn
you scum into soldiers,

even if I have to kill
you in the process.

Meanwhile, the Seventh
Company will be afflicted by you.

Recruits will move to the left in file.

Left turn.

Get them kitted out.

Again.

And again.

That's better.

What are you doing
here, you mad young pup?

I'm fleeing from justice,
Beau. What about you?

Same thing.

And you, Dig?

Well, I personally am
fleeing from justice, yes.

Three fleas.

Did you bring the Blue Water, John?

No, I didn't.

Very careless.

Did you bring it, Beau.

Yes, of course.

Did you bring it too, Dig?
Oh, I never travel without it.

I suppose one of you has it.

Oh yes, it's here all right.

Wouldn't be worth our
being here if it wasn't.

What do you
intend to do with it?

Lie low for five
years, then sell it.

It should fetch about 30,000.

I'll invest the money
and live off the income.

Doing what?
Sport, hunting, travel,

big game shooting,
rooms in town, clubs,

live like Uncle Hector.

On Uncle Hector's money?
Doubles the joy of it, what?

I'm going to invest the money
in a South Sea Island foundation,

do some trading,

buy the finest schooner on the
island, be my own supercargo.

Spend the day lazing on the beach when the
beautiful native girls aren't chasing me.

And what are you going to do with
the Blue Water in the meantime?

Carry it around with me always.

If I get my eye knocked out
I'll wear it in the empty socket...

Blue-eyed boy.

Good idea, that.

Or you might put it where the monkey put
the nuts--develop a pouch in your cheek.

Shouldn't be difficult for you.

They're both rotten ideas.

Look to the kangaroo for
the answer. Kangaroos?

They carry their
valuables in a bag in front,

accessible, and
that's what I do.

Leather patch in a money belt.

I thought it all up beforehand.

You've got to kill the man
before you can rob him.

Oh, buona sera.

Didn't hear you come up, Boldini.

The sun is setting like a fiery jewel.

Don't let us keep you, Boldini.

Oh, come, come, mon ami,
let us not be superior.

We should stick together.

Sorry, old chap. I haven't the
faintest idea what you're driving at.

Monsieur Smith knows
how useful I can be.

You should include
me in your plans.

I have much experience in the
safe disposal of valuable properties.

Think about it.

Buona sera.

He thinks we're of gang
of international crooks.

He was doing a lot of hinting.

You didn't tell him anything?

I'm not that daft, Beau.

Of course, he doesn't
know. He's just guessing.

Hut, two, three, four!
Keep moving, you dogs!

First squad, halt!

Keep them moving, Corporal
Dupre. You heard me.

First squad, double march!

First squad halt!

Boldini, get that pig off the square.
Yes, Chef.

Lucky Boldini.

We call this, a breakfast of the Legion.

Now, double march. Move!

Lift your feet up!

That's very good, Brown.

I think you have a bull's-eye.

Squeeze that trigger,
don't pull it.

(inaudible chatter)

(inaudible)

Pull that man over.

Brown, here.
On the double.

Cease firing!

Good shooting. Well done.

Thank you, sir.

Back to your place.

A born soldier, that one, Chef.

Keep an eye on him.

Don't worry. I will.

Is that for Isobel, John?

Yes, I wrote it last night.

Well don't worry,
I didn't mention you two.

Brandon Abbas
seems a long time ago.

The ever-fond Patricia
finally calling the police.

Anyway, at least we're safe here.

Safe, are we?

Legion, attention.

Take his name.

Fourteen days confined to barracks
for having drink in the caserne.

When does your informer
get? A weeks leave?

21 days, with field punishment.

Defaulters parade
tonight, full pack.

Disgusting, seven days,
confined to barracks.

Dismissed.

There was nothing
wrong with his kit, I saw it.

He's right. Perfect.
Why did he do it?

Because he is crazy.

It's not fair, Beau.
I wonder you didn't sock him one.

Don't you see, Dig,
that's just what he wants.

He's out to get me.