All language subtitles for Sahara.1995-Eng

The latest tanks, planes
and artillery

are loaded on transports to
be shipped to
the Libian desert

where they will disembark
at the coastal
fortress of Tobruk.

Tobruk.

Impregnable
stronghold of allied
resistance in North Africa

from which Allied troops
throw down the gauntlet

to Hitler's
crack Africa Corps.

And now our boys
are over there.

They're keen to gain
combat experience in
desert conditions

side by side with
their British comrades
against the Nazi war machine.

And they're looking
forward to wiping the smile
off General Rommel's face.

Waco, let's go. I got it.

Come on.

This is U.S. Tank
attachment Unit 5.

Repeat message U.S. Tank
attachment Unit 5.

Repeat, over to you. Over.

Sarge!

Get up, come on.
Get up, come on.

I don't understand. Do we
go south?

Yes. All points east, west
and north are under
enemy control.

Come on, get in here.
Damn it.

Shit!

Down.

Come on.

Okay. Okay.
But what's the order?

Good luck to you, yeah?

Get the hell out of there.

Why didn't you say so in the
first place?

See Cairo, they said.

Get a tan.

See how this baby works
in the sand, they said.

Hey, Sarge.
We're in trouble.

Yeah
A wild guess?

General retreat ordered.

Points east, west and
north under enemy
control.

We're boxed in.

We still go south,
don't we, Jimmy?

Come on down here
and give us a hand.

What are we going to do
if we can't get this cement
mixer rolling?

Hey, what did I tell you
about that cement mixer stuff?

Lay off that.

-She's sensitive.
-Give me
a screw driver.

Put that stuff up there.
You got it?

-Nothing.

-Rocks, sand.
Nothing.

South is all we've got.
That's what south is.

Well, if they keep that
up, they're liable to hit us.

Is she going to get us
out of here, Joe?

She's a lady now.

You've got to treat her
like a lady.

Get up there
and give it a try.

Cement mixer?

-Yeah. Yeah.
-I'll tell you...

No woman ever sounded
as sweet...

as this baby is
going to sound when
she gets roaring.

All right, Jimmy, give
her a try.

-Damn it.
-Oh, come on, Jimmy.
Come on, Jimmy.

Come on, Jimmy!

He's not feeding her right.

-He never took a woman
out to dinner?

Come on, Waco, hold onto
this.

Keep those contracts
plugged till I try.

Hey.

She's dead, Joe.

She's not dead.
Get out of here.

Get out of there.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on, little doll.
Come on, honey.

Come on.
Get us out of here.

Come on.
Come on, Lulubelle.

Come on, sweetheart,
you can do it.

Lulubelle, come on.
Don't let me down now.

Lulubelle,
come on do it for Joe.

Waco, come on let's go.

Waco, get down here.

-He's hurt, Joe.

Yeah, I'm going to be
all right.

-She bit me, Joe.

Yeah, well some women are
like that, kid.

All right.
Let's get out of here.

Let's see
what this is about.

Let's go.

-Jimmy, stay on the radio.
-Sure.

Sergeant Gunn,
Untied States Army Tank
Attachment.

Captain Halliday,
Royal Army Medical Corp.

Where's the rest of your unit,
Sergeant?

Well, you're looking at it.

He got hurt.

Anyone around here
to help him out?

Yes, of course, I can.
Come here, private.

Thank you, sir.

Well, looks like we're
not the only ones who took
a beating.

I had 42 wounded.

By the time the Stukas
were finished with us,
I had 42 dead.

I guess a red cross
doesn't mean
anything anymore, huh?

That's a nasty cut.

-Lulubelle bit me, sir.

-That's the tank, sir.

Cigarette?

Here help yourself.

Merci. American cigarette.

-I don't see for a long time.
-Pass them around.

I'm afraid that's the
best I can do, Private.

How you doing, Waco?

I'll be all right, Sarge.

You know we could use
all the water you can spare.

Well,

I'm afraid you're
out of luck, Sergeant.

Our entire supply
was destroyed.

All we have left is what is
in our canteens.

Are these men under your
command, sir?

Stragglers like
yourselves.

-Trying to rejoin
their outfits.
-It's too late for that.

There's been
a general retreat order.

Haven't you got a radio?

Had one, Sergeant.

That gun fire
doesn't sound like
a retreat to me.

Those are German guns,
mopping up.

We're cutting south.

We figure we can
link up with another outfit

and make a stand.

South?

South is like the
Quattara Depression,
Sergeant.

It's the worst piece of
desert in Libya.

So how far do you think
you're going to get
in that tin can?

That's my tank, Private.

She's a good tank.

And right now she's
the only ticket
you've got out of here.

Well, I haven't
considered retreat,
Sergeant, so...

See, you're new to the desert.

We've been here for a while.

It's much better
to dig in and wait
for reinforcement.

Reinforcements?

What are you crazy?
We just got our ass kicked.

I'm sorry, sir.

But, you've been cut
off, and south is the only
way out.

Well, I say dig in, sir.

It's better than running
scared in a tin coffin.

Good luck.

First, we ain't running.

We're obeying orders.
Second, she's not made of tin.

Third, she's no one's coffin.

She's the M 3 air cooled Lee.

She can cross
200 miles of desert

as easy as you can take a
stroll in Picadilly Circus.

Didn't sell cars
before the war,
did you Sarge?

And...

Picadilly's in London.
I'm from Gundagai.

That will do, gentlemen.

Look you can either
ride with me

or you can see Berlin
from inside a prison camp.

Me?

I'm going into Berlin
right on top
of Lulubelle there.

Now, south is the only way out
and that's the way
we're going.

South, until we can turn
and make a stand.

Good luck, Captain.
Come on, Waco.

Sergeant,

I go with you.

Why?

I like your cigarettes.

It's transport, sir,
we don't have any.

-All right.
Mount on top.
-Merci.

All right, men.
We should go with
the Americans.

Get your gear, hurry up.

Jimmy, wind her up.

Is he any good, your Sergeant?

Is your Sergeant any good?

He's the best.
Joe's a smart guy.

Just don't say nothing
bad about the tank.

Sounds a lot like a
tractor my father
used to have.

Don't call it a tractor.

That's my girl. Kathy.

She got a sister?

The last thing she said
to me was,
"Stay out of trouble, Mike."

Is Sergeant Gunn getting
us out of trouble
or into trouble, Jimmy?

Yeah.

What's the problem?

I think I cut the mixture
a little thin.

Try to save on gas.

All right.

Waco, tell them they can
stretch their legs.

Jimmy,
get down here on the radio.

Fellows,
y'all can come down now.

Frenchie.

Go up on that slope over there
and keep a look out.

Oui, Sergeant.

All right.
We're only going to be
here for a few minutes.

Better eat something.

Drink a third of
a cup of water a piece.

Be sure to measure that
water in a cup.

Waco give them a mess tin.

Oh, babe, I'm starving
you to death, ain't I?

Well...

I know you need gas, but
not as bad as we need water.

Tobruk.
That's where I'd head for.

Safety first.

This sand is a death trap.

Except we're not headed
for Tobruk.

He's taking us into
the bloody desert.

Well, we're not going
anywhere this minute.

Listen to it.
The voice of bleeding doom.

It seems to me Sergeant Gunn
knows what he's doing.

Yeah, well, I grew up in
the outback, son.

And the Sarge, is the new boy
in the desert.

-Jimmy.
-Yeah.

You get anything
on that radio yet?

Nothing but static
and heil Hitler.

Well, we're not getting
anything on the radio

so we don't know where
they're going to take a stand.

Tobruk is my bet.
It's never fallen.

Will our petrol hold out?

Well, we've got
enough for about
a hundred and sixty miles.

What we need
is water.

Hey!

I thought I told
you to measure that in a cup.

Sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Waco, take their canteens
and bring them to me.

You just hang on a second,
Sergeant.

We've got our own
officer here...

and we take our
orders from him.

-No, a soldier.

A lousy soldier.
You don't take orders
well at all.

Well, have you ever heard
of chain of command?
He out ranks you.

Sergeant Gunn is in command
of the tank.

It's his job to get us
through the desert safely.

So you'll take
your orders from him.

I think that's
only common sense.

-Thank you, sir.
-However...

I shall continue to consult
with you on the progress
of this expedition, Sergeant.

My canteen.

Yes, sir.

Waco, pick up the canteens...

Let's move out.

Sergeant. Sergeant.

Sergeant. Sergeant...

What do you make of that,
Sarge?

Well, I think for the
first time we got
somebody outnumbered.

Frenchie, send them
a post card.

That's a British, Sudanese
soldier, Sergeant...

with an Italian prisoner.

I think he's coming after us.

One of you guys give me
something white to wave.

We know when we're licked.

Get up.

Move forward.

Sergeant Major Tambul,
Fourth Sudanese Battalion.

Well, Tambul,
you had us scared.

Well, it's true, Bimbashi.

I thought I had captured
an enemy tank.

Where is the rest of
your outfit, Sergeant Major?

Bir Hacheim.

A column of many machines
and tanks fell upon us there.

All my men died in battle.

I escaped and captured
this man to carry my pack.

You know the desert?
-Yes, Sergeant.

We need water.
Could you guide us
to the nearest well?

Yes.

There's one caravan trail.
Very old.

Very hard to find.

It's bad for tank.

-It leads to the well
at Hassan-Berani.

Is it possible, Sergeant?

Can you get us there,
Sergeant Major?

Allah is my guide.
I can only try.

Excellent. All right.

Okay, Tambul.

-You ride up front.
-Yes, Sergeant.

Waco, wind this thing up.

Jimmy, throw me down a can
of rations.

Excuse, I speak English. I
speak good English.

Sorry, here. No room.

-If you leave me here,
I'll die.
-Look.

You head north and you might
get lucky and join up
with the Germans.

-Now, go on.

My wife got cousin
live in America.

-He work for the factory
for the steel.
-Waco, wind this thing up.

-He probably make the steel
for this tank.
-Get out of my way.

Out of my way.

I got a letter from my wife.
I show you a photograph
of my wife.

We have no time
for your photographs.

We have no time
for your photographs.

Jimmy, give me
a half-full canteen.

Sergeant, this man
is a prisoner of war, we must
take him with us.

We are moving on.
We are leaving.
Mount up, sir.

-Kinder to put a bullet
in him now.
-I thought about it.

Now, look

this is more than we
can afford.

Now head north.

Sergeant, I protest.
You must not do this.

-I made my decision, Captain.
-You can't do something
this cold blooded.

It's a man's life
we're talking about.

We're talking about
9 lives. Theirs.

Then ask them.
See if they agree with you.

They're not going to agree
with me now, Captain.

But when we run out of water,
and they're dying of thirst

you think they're going to
thank me for bringing
an extra mouth along?

Huh?
This is about survival.

Thought that's why you put me
in charge, Captain.

Now,
mount up.

-Sergeant.
-Let go.

-Captain, please. Please.
-No. No, I'm sorry.

Lousy way to go.

The Sergeant is right.
Stupid war.

Waco, move it.

Arivadercci.

Waco, stop.

Come on.

Come on, mate.

Come on, lad. Come on.
Hurry up. Come on, lad.

Come on. Put your hand.

Hurry up.

-Sit down and shut up.
-Sergeant, gracia. Gracia.

He's on board, Sergeant.

Waco, let's go.

-Bone dry.
-Can't be.

Oh, well,
I wasn't thirsty anyway.

Mind you, I wouldn't say no
to a cold beer right now.

-Shut your cake hole,
Williams.

It's no good, Sergeant.
The water, she comes,
she goes.

The desert chooses
when to give life.

Sergeant, we've only got
two canteens of water left.

Sergeant, now might be
a good time to consider
turning back.

We're not done yet.

Tambul, how far
is the nearest well?

The ruins of Bir-Acroma.

It is a God forsaken place,
Sergeant.

70 miles south.

70 miles in the Sahara.

Well, we got to try.

If the next one's
as dry as this one.

Ooh. We...

-I should think this is funny.
-No I don't think this is
funny at all.

I was just thinking,
when I was a kid, the biggest
treat I ever got...

was going to the beach

and playing in the sand.

Jimmy? You got anything
in that radio yet?

Nothing but static and
sauerkraut, Joe.

Nothing.

Hey lads, we got company.

And she's not one of ours.
Move it.

Take cover!
Come here.

Bloody hell.

He's coming back, boys.

Go on. Go on. Go on.

Why aren't we firing back?

I want him to think
we're out of ammunition.

Here he comes.
Come on, come on.

I think he'll come in
lower this time.

Look at that.

-Nice shooting, Sergeant.
-Yeah.

-There's a parachute.
-He's fallen out.

All right. Captain, Tambul,
come with me.

Bates, you too.

Drop it. You heard me
drop that gun.

Drop the gun.

What the hell is he saying?
Anybody know what he's saying?

Yes, I speak German, Sergeant.

What's he saying?

He's offering the opportunity
to surrender, Sergeant.

Oh, he is, is he?

Drop the God damn gun.

-Tell him to put his hands on
his head.

Put them up there.

Ask him if he speaks English?

We got the message.

Tambul, search him.

He's objecting to
Sergeant Major Tambul.

It seems he considers
Sergeant Major to be
of an inferior race.

Well, he doesn't have to worry
about the Sergeant Major's
color.

It won't rub off on his nice,
clean uniform.

Search him, Tambul,
thoroughly.

Knife.

Oh, yes.

This.

Thought so.

And this, Bimbashi.

It's in English. Propaganda
dropped for our troops,
no doubt.

Raise the white flag and
surrender your arms.

Your officers are
incompetent fools.

-Our victorious armies
are already celebrating...
What is it?

Is says they're already
celebrating the fall
of Tobruk. What?

Tobruck? It's not possible,
is it, sir?

Captain. Captain.

It's Clarkson, sir.
He's been hit.

Tambul, bring him along.

-Bad.

Well, we can't stay here.

If the fly boy is
telling the truth

there's nothing stopping
the German troops now.

They'll be coming down
right over the top of us.

-I can't feel my legs.

Not until we stop
the bleeding.

-Jimmy, get on that radio.
-I'm on it, Sarge.

Jerry, here says
Tobruck has fallen.

If Tobruk's gone, we're
a bloody long way from home.

Shot cockies. That's us.

Dingo bait.

Sergeant, what about
the new prisoner?

What about him?
Suppose you let me have
a little talk with him.

We take a walk behind the hill

and when you are ready to go,
I come back alone.

Enjoy your work, huh?

I have a tender heart too,
Sergeant.

But this... This is a nazi...

a mad dog and one more mouth
to share the water.

I never let my tender heart
get in the way of what has to
be done.

This kid has got
an iron cross.

He's valuable.

I'm going to hang on to him.

But I'll tell you what to do,
Frenchie.

I'm going to make you
responsible that this kid
stays in one piece.

Yes, Sergeant.

Jimmy, what do you have on the
radio?

It's confirmed, Sarge.
They've got Tobruk.

They're attacking Sidi-Berani.

We're still fallen back trying
to reform north
of El Quattara

along the El Alamein line.

That's where they're
going to make a stand.

And that puts us on
the wrong side of the fence.

Something amuse you, Fritz?

Something I said, maybe?

He's says we're riff raff.

If I see you smile again,
I'm going to punch your teeth
through the back of your neck.

And if I find out you're lying
to me, fly boy, I'm going to
give you to Frenchie there

because he likes you.

And if you don't
understand a word I'm saying

then you got nothing
to worry about.

Tambul, 70 miles to the next
well?

That way, Sergeant.

We call it Hara-Al-Khasheb.

TAMBUL: Straight, Sergeant.
Straighten out.
Straighten out.

Are we lost, Joe?
I've got a bad feeling.

We go to trust Tambul.

Left, Sergeant. Left.

TAMBUL: Keep left. Left.

Something ahead, Sergeant.

Bir-Acroma.
It's Bir-Acroma, Sergeant.

Bir-Acroma.

All right, boys.

Sergeant.

If Clarkson doesn't get
water soon, he won't last
another day.

I'm afraid the rest
of us won't be far behind.

Tambul.

Yes, Sergeant.

Where is that well?

We must search for it.

But not until the storm
has passed.

Tambul.

Where?

Somewhere, Sergeant,
within the walls.

All right.
Spread out and look for it.

Waco, stick with me.

All right, Waco.

Clear the rollers,
grease these bogies.

She's got a ways to go yet.

Right, Sarge.

Sure took a beating,
huh, sweetheart?

Bimbashi.

TAMBUL: The well.

The well.

The well.

The well.

WACO: Sarge, he's found
the well.

The well. The well.

It's the well!

Whoa! Water. Inshallah!

Keep us...

Damn.

Tambul, why don't you
climb on down there.

Give him a hand.

Quick.

Quick. Send down a bucket.

Quick. Something to get
the water.

Quick. Something to get
the water.

It's going to waste.

Tambul, use this.

Ah.

Allah be praised.

Send down buckets.

A bucket.

Waco, go to the tank,
get some mess tins

-and some ropes quick.
-Okay, Sarge.

Okay.

Bring it up very slowly.
Slowly.

Easy.

Careful now.

Yes.

Okay.

The real stuff.

All right.

Three swallows for each of us.

Only three swallows.

Waco.

Take that to the kid.

Okay, Sarge.

Drink.

There's a drink for you
outside, sir.

I've got one here for Mike.

-Thank you, Private.
-Okay.

-You'll have to support him.
-Okay.

Hey, buddy.

How you doing?

Here you go buddy.

Just a sip.

Sweet.

Like a woman.

Thank you, Sergeant.

-Frenchie, go and get
yourself a drink.
-Merci.

Kathy.

Easy boy.

-Kathy.
-Easy.

I love you, Kathy.

Now, you hold on
to that, Mike.

You're going to be just fine.

I'm scared I'll lose you.

No, you're not going
to lose nothing.

You know what?
You could use a drink.

Merci.

How about another one
for luck, huh?

There you go.

Waco.

Clarkson get his water?

He's dead, Sarge.

Come on, Waco.

Let's go take a look
at our Lulubelle.

Waco.

Giuseppe.

Three swallows.

Gracia, Sergeant.

The boy is dead.

Yeah.

I didn't know
Mike Clarkson well.

I hardly knew him at all
to tell the truth.

But he seemed
a good soldier to me.

And a decent chap.

And I shall like to think
he didn't die for nothing.

We, his comrades

commend him under God's mercy.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside
the still waters.

That all the days of my life
I shall walk in righteousness.

Thou restoreth my soul.

My cup runneth over. Amen.

All right, gentlemen.

How's it coming?

Very nice, Sergeant.

Very good.

Any way you can squeeze
it out a little quicker?

It takes
its own time.

You cannot milk it like a cow.

How long can we
afford to stay here?

Well...

L ong enough to get
as much water as we can
carry out of here.

-All right. I want you to
watch for planes up here.
-Oh, look at that.

Nice breeze.

This is what the Arabs would
call a beautiful morning.

Yeah, like a stroll
on a park, huh, Casey?

Knightsbridge, Kensington.
That was my patch, and very
nice pickings they were too.

Pickings?

-Cat burglar.

Doing very nicely.

And then what happens?

The bleeding blitz.

And who's going to leave
a diamond tiara laying around
in an upstairs bedroom

when Jerry is raining
bombs down all
through the night?

You're kidding me?

Yeah, of course.

Alright.

Stay sharp.

Sharp as a tack.

I like it up here.

A bit of nostalgia,
you know what I mean?

Sarge...

Lullubelle is going to need
more of her bogies greased.

I've got a feeling
something's wrong
with that engine.

All right.
I'll take a look at her.

-Relieve Tambul
if he needs it.
-All right, Sarge.

Sargente, the tank,
I can help you.

What do you know about motors?

I was mechanic in Torino.
Hey, very good mechanic.

You're on the wrong side
of the wall to be messing
with my tank, Paison.

No, Sargente,
Lulubelle she is
for me too the way out.

Very good mechanic, Sergeant.

Frenchie, bring
the Italian out here.

Oui, Sergeant.

Why don't you let me
give you a break, huh?

No, no, no.
That's not necessary.

How's it coming?

The water is coming
down very slowly.

One never knows
about these wells.

What's that song
you're singing?

Song for life.

When my father sing this song,
all the rain fall from the sky

and food grow everywhere
across the desert.

What were you before the war,
Tambul

No. No. Soldier.

Long time...20 years.

My father was a Captain
and his father was a soldier.

My folks always been
farmers in Texas.

Texas?

Texas is very far.

Sure seems like it right now.

-I am.

-Me too.
-Good... Good.

Good? It's sensational,
but I guess it's really good
for you people.

I mean, the fellows
were telling me that you'll
have as many as 300 wives.

The prophets tells us
four wives are sufficient
for a true believer.

Four

One wife...

One wife will be bored
day and night.

Two wives argue all day long.

Three wives, they argue
and they take sides.

But four wives are...
Two and two are
company for each other.

The man has food.
The man has money,
and the man has his rest.

No.

I'm afraid the woman I married
would not like that very much.

You know what? Mine neither.

She's beautiful, Lulubelle.

-Yeah. She's a
piece of work, ain't she?
-Gracia.

Sergeant, when
a machine is good

the pistons, the wheels,
everything working together.
It's like a...

like music, like a song?
You understand?

Yeah.
Make it sound like poetry.

Bull shit.

Sergeant,
you can trust me to help.

Trust you?
Now why would I do that?

I have a wife.

-I have a Bombina.

A little late to be
changing sides,
don't you think?

Mussolini.

In the beginning
he speaks like a thunderstorm.

But now, to wind, he changed.

How you say?

You're watching
your right hand while they're

picking your pocket
with the left.

Si. Si. Bravo.

Now, win the hard way?

-It doesn't get much
harder than this.

I want to ride
out from here
on your Lulubelle.

We will.

-Hmm.

How do you spell Oasis?

Oh, Waco.

O-A-S-I-S.

An oasis.

Don't forget to mention the
posh hotel we're staying in.

I'm not going to upset
my wife, Williams.

According to this, I'm lying
on some green grass

-with some
palm trees waving overhead.

Well, I hate to tell you this,
son,

but I think the local
post office has been shut
for sometime.

Well, I promised my wife
I'd write her a letter
every week if I weren't dead.

Guess what? I ain't dead.

Letter a week?

That's the least you owe them,
back there.

Say, where's back there
for you, Bates?

Tibberwee, Yorkshire.

It's a fine place except
for some bleeding rain.

Mind you I won't say no to
some English drizzle
right now.

I'll settle for Michigan
and a little home cooking.

You could go a year
without rain in Gundagai.

Then down she'd comes.

The desert drives mad.

Flowers, green stuff
springing up overnight.

You'd throw a party
if it rained.

Farmer were you?

Drover.

That's a cowboy to you.

Best beef in the world.

You ain't never been to Texas.

My village has
the best cheese in the world.

My family make it.

The cheese maker, Frenchie.

I'd never have picked it.

We have...

Fine cows with
brown faces and white neck.

The best milk...

And the cheese,
the cheese mes amis.

I wish you could have
such a meal.

Here you have cheese,
you take your knife so.

Hmm...
Here you have some bread.

Hmm...
Some wine of course.

To wash the throat.

A little cheese.

A little onion.

A little onion
and some cheese.

Hmm... Some onion.

Some bread.

Hmm...

One olive, maybe.

Some more cheese...

And...

Some wine.

Lay off. You had enough.

Oui...

Oui, enough.

Cheer up, buddy.
You'LL get back
there one day...

No, I could never go back.

The cows...

They make no more milk.

The Nazis cut their
beautiful white throats and...

Took them for meat.

My family make no more cheese.

When was this then, Frenchie?

Six months ago.

I was in the resistance.
You understood resistance?

I help English
airmen to escape.

The Nazi...

They take 12 hostages.

Old friends.

Javier Pouchet,
who ran the store...

Francois, the school teacher.

My friends...

They didn't talk.

And I cannot betray
the man I am helping.

The Nazi...

Shoot the hostages.

I come here to kill Nazi.
I have too much hate
to be good to resistance.

I could never go back.

That is dead for me.

Sergeant, sergeant...

I can hear a vehicle.

Germans are coming this way.

Frenchie, keep an eye
on the Italian and the German.

Bates, go down
to the well
and Tambul to stay there.

The rest of you
take the defense positions
along the wall here.

This bloody war,
keeps following us about.

Not a word. Silence.

Waco, you,
and Jimmy find a spot
on the left flank.

Set up a cross fire,
and don't kill them all.
I want prisoners.

You understand what they say?

You speak English?

When the time comes,
I will tell you what to do.

There about six.

Roger that, Sergeant.

Captain Halliday.

Sergeant.

Tell them to surrender.

Drop it. Drop it. Drop it.

Drop it. Drop it.

-None.

Hey, Sarge, they've got some
land mines and some grenades.

-One can. Empty.

Like these.

Jimmy... bring me some water.

Ask them
where their outfit is.

Tell them they can
put their hands down.

Thirsty?

Yeah, I don't blame you.

It's a warm day.

Take him out of here.

Ask him if he's thirsty.

Ask him where their outfit is?

He says they're stragglers.

Tell him he's lying.

Ask him where his company is.

Talk.

Ask him again.

Ask him again.

They're an advanced
scouting party
here to check out the well.

Part of a mechanized
battalion that's crossing east
across the Egyptian border.

There's no tanks,
there's no artillery, but...

About 500 men
who have had no
water for days.

Here. You've earned it.

They were told
they could get all the water
they wanted here.

Sergeant Gunn.

-The well, she's gone dry.

-Nine and a quarter cans.

Well, there's 500
thirsty Germans
on their way here.

The well is dry
at Hassan-Berani.

Is there any water within
a hundred miles of that well?

Only here, Sergeant.
Now this here too is dry.

Damn!

I wouldn't half mind to see
the look on Jerry's face

when he dips his bucket
in that well.

What?

-I said I wouldn't
half mind...
-Yeah, I heard, yeah.

Tell the men
I want to talk to them.

Sir...

What do you think
our chances are?

Well, if we get out of here
as fast as we can...

We might run into one of
our long range recon patrols.

We could get a warning back
that the Germans are trying
to outflank our troops.

Yeah...

We could do that.

Or we could stay
and defend the well.

You can't be serious.

The well is drying, Captain.
We know that...

But they don't know that.
They need water bad...

And they'll fight for it
if they have to
and while they're fighting...

They ain't outflanking nobody.

Have you gone
completely mad, Sergeant?

I don't know.

I put you in charge
of these men

so you could get them
through the desert

-to save lives,
not throw them away.
-Yeah...

That was us
against the desert...

And now it's us
against the Nazis.

Captain, thousands of our boys
are trying to regroup
in Elo Alamein.

If we buy them 24 hours,
just 24 hours,
we might make a difference.

That's an awfully big might,
Sergeant.

Well, Captain...

I've been a soldier
since I was 17 years old.

And I've been
waiting for this moment.

And you know what?

I'm scared...

And that tells me
we're in the right place
at the right time.

This is still the men's lives
we're talking about.

These men are soldiers,
Captain.

And soldiers have
they're duty?

Right.

Tell me something.

Are you going to
order them to do this?

No.

I'll put it to them.

Go ahead then...

Put it to them.

Alright. I got a lot to say
and not a lot of time
to say it in.

We have 500 thirsty Germans
on their way here
desperate for water.

I'm telling their buddies to
go back and tell them we got
all the water they need.

Oh, I get it.
It's a diversion.

While they're poking around
in a dry well

it gives us a bit of time to,
you know...

Get away.

No...

I ain't leaving.

Are you...

Are you, are you saying
we should surrender, Sergeant?

I'm saying we stay.

We take a stand
and defend the well.

-It's got no
bleeding water in it.

Don't you get it?
He's using the water as bait.

And he thinks this
is the bloody alamo.

We can stay.

We can defend the well,
and we can delay the Germans.

Well, there's one thing wrong
with that picture, Sergeant.

We're here.

Here are the Germans.

And that's what happens
when you put nine blokes
up against five hundred.

That's right.

If you can't count,
well the rest of us can.

If we don't take a stand here
and defend the well
and delay them

the Germans are going to come
right through here...

And outflank our boys who are
trying to regroup
in Al Alamein.

Then a German tank
is going to roll down
the streets of Cairo

and Alexandria within a week.

I say we stay, take a stand
defend the well.

Is this an order, sir?

If Sergeant Gunn chooses to
stay and defend the well...

Then I shall
be staying with him.

Look, I ain't got
nobody at home waiting for me.

But I know
you guys got alot to lose.

So I'm only speaking for
Jimmy and me and Waco.

You guys have an option.

We've got the German
half track back there.

We've got a back door.

Tell me something, Sergeant.

Reckon we've got
a chance of winning?

I'd say the odds are
about 100 to one.

I fancy the odds.

I'll stay.

Oh God,
the bleeding war's just
caught up with me.

Alright. I'm in.

I never went out
the back door in my life.

And I'm not going
to start now.

Besides...

I want to be around
to remind you blokes
that this is a very bad idea.

Tambul?

I'm a soldier, Sergeant.

All right.

We stay.

Captain...

Tell the Sergeant
we're sending them back.

They need water.
We need food. Fair exchange.
No need to fight.

No.

I do my duty.

I fight with honor.

I'm not one of those
who killed your villagers.

Open your mouth again...

And I gut you like a fish.

Think they bought it?

They bought it?

Playing little games?

Trying to be a hero, huh?

You try it again,
you'll be a dead hero.

Did you know he spoke English?

See, I find out not long time.

You kept it from us, huh?

Sergeant...

Germans coming.

If I betray him, they shoot me
when they finish with you.

You just jeopardized
these men's lives.

For what?

For your wife and your
bambino, for your cousin
in Pittsburgh?

That's bullshit.

You did it to save
your pitiful ass.

Now, you've got to decide
what side of the wall
you fall on, Soldier.

I want to live...

Sergeant, to live.

The rest of us are staying.
What about you?

I still like your cigarette.

Alright men,
we have to work fast.

Casey, I want you to take
that half track
round the back

demount the machine gun
and get it up on the roof.

Williams, there's a lot of
land mines in that half track
courtesy of General Rommel.

I want you and Bates
to lay me a field here
to keep them hopping.

With pleasure!

Captain, Frenchie, I want you
to bring all the ammunition
up to this front wall.

-Jimmy, Waco.
-Yeah.

-Yes, sir.
-Get Lulubelle ready.

We're taking her on a date.

No!

Here is a Jerry Smiser for you
in case yours jams.

The splendor of Ala
is with is today.

Aye!

They can have
their bullets back.

What's up, Sarg?

GUNN:All right, doc.
You think you can handle this?

It's a little different
from hunting grass
in Shropshire.

I'd say so.

All right. Look it just
feeds in like that, right?

Shut this
and you start firing.

I want you to swing
in a slow arch.

Now, if it jams, don't panic
just stop, clear it
and start firing again.

Yes... Yes, I understand.

Have you seen much action,
sir?

Not at all actually.

I've always saved lives.

Yeah.

Well, things change.

Kill as many as you can.

Yes, I'll do my best.

Frenchie,
you've got a good position?

Oui!

You keep an eye
on that German.

Oui, Sergeant.

Holy shit!

Alright.
Hold your fire until
the first mine detonates.

You were right.

The odds are about
a hundred to one.

Yeah, but they don't know
about Lulubelle.

Bullets!

Here we go.

Hurry.

Hurry.

All right. Hold your fire.

Save yor ammo.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Jimmy, Waco.

We're okay, Joe.

Captain Halliday.

Right, Sergeant.

Frenchie.

Oui, Sergeant.

Tambul.

No trouble, Sergeant.

Bates.

Over here.

Casey.

Casey!

God damn it.

Oh, Casey.

You did good, Doc.

So did you, Sergeant.

You've got a victory.

Yeah.

Sergeant.

I'm an optimist, sir...

But I don't think surrender
if that is what they've
got in mind.

A parlay?

It seems as though they're
taking it awful seriously.

Yeah, maybe.

At least they're
taking us seriously, huh?

I better get out there
and see what the hell
they want.

If there's any translating
to be done, they're going to
have to do it themselves.

If it is treachery...

Well...

Then you're back in command,
Captain.

Sergeant Gunn,
United States Army.

Major Von Falken,
Africa Corps.

You're come a long way,
Sergeant.

You Americans must have a...

taste for lost causes.

Well, with all respects,
Major...

I'm not the guy with a bunch
of casualties lying around
for the buzzards to pick.

Are you authorized
to negotiate?

Where is your officer?

Well, our Captain
is British, sir.

You know how the British are.

After a little action
they like to wash up
before tea time.

HALIDAY: Careful, Doyle.
That's our entire supply.

I'd give anything to see
the look on that
kraut's face right now.

Water for food.

-Yeah.

Except you got
a lot of thirsty boys
you we didn't count on.

Private Bergman gave you
a full account of our forces.

He admitted it...

Before I shot him. But it's
still possible to come
to an agreement, Sergeant.

What's the deal?

Surrender your arms...
And you can go free...

With a much food and water
as you can carry.

Well...

I don't think so.

We like it here.

Actually, we have a...

So much water that
we can pull our belts
a couple of notches.

Offer has changed.
The water for guns.

One pint for one rifle.

One quarter for one mortar.

Water for guns.

-That's the deal.
-You think this is a time
for making jokes, hmm?

I'm not joking, Major.

Water for guns.
Take it or leave it.

-Well...

Well, they think we have
so much water
that we're swimming in it.

Good.

My guess is they're
worse off than we thought.

They must have some men
in the outer walls.

That's our first problem.

Our second problem
is ammunition.

Yeah. All right, Jimmy,
go tell them guys

-That we're under fire
and to come in force.
-Okay.

All right. Let's go.

Yeah...

Three swallows.

Don't you ever
stop complaining, Williams?

No.

I haven't even started yet.

So, all the food and water
we can carry out, huh?

That's what the Major said.

What did you say to the Major?

I told him we're staying
because you liked it here.

I said it reminded you
of home. Gundagui.

-Gundagui.
-That's it.

Yeah, well, we've
got the heat,
the dust and the thirst.

But not the bloody Germans.

You know, mate...

Being an infantry soldier...

I've decided riding
on Lulubelle isn't
such a bad thing.

She's a good girl.

You might get to Berlin on
that tank of yours, yet.

You think so?

Move.

Sarge, over there.

Frenchie,
they're coming over the rear.

Get upstairs help the Captain.
Give him a hand.

Oui, Sergeant.

Watch in front.

Jimmy, you come with me.
Come on.

Captain, they are here.

Damn it. Get over here.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Move forward!

-Move it...
-Forward!

They're coming.

Now, my comrades must learn
there is no water here.

No... I don't let you.

I will have hung as a trader.

Leroux.

Sargente, the Germans
are escape.

He tell them there
you have no water.

-He is there, Sergeant.

Get him!

I'm here!

They're running, Sergeant.
They're running.

Tambul...

Run!

Come on, Tambul.

Come on.

He got him, Sergeant.

He got him.

Yeah, he got him.

Care for a drink, Doc?

You know Tambul
took very little water.

He told me to suck on pebbles.

I've been trying it.

It seems to help.

Two armies...

Both dying of thirst.
Fighting over an empty well.

That don't sum it up.

Frenchie...

You were right about
that Tilly. Better if he had
gone down.

You hated him.
The first minute you saw him.

I hate them all.

Well, it's only right.

It's a bloody shame
to go about shooting
your friends.

Mind you...

You find yourself thinking
they ain't so different.

We have Sergeant Gunn
pulling us together.

They've got that their
Major of theirs out
doing the same.

Where would they be
without them, huh?

Oui, mes amis.

Where would they be
without their commander?

Frenchie!

They're bloody officers.

-I'll get the Sergeant.
-No, I'll do it.

Frenchie, you can't...
Come back.

We'll make no further attempt
to take the well if you
provide us with water.

-Tell that to your officer.
-No, no, not acceptable.

Water for arms.

One rifle for one pint.

Give up your arms.

How many of you
I wonder are left?

Enough to watch you choke,
Major.

What's Leroux
think he's doing?

He's negotiating, sir.
I couldn't stop him.

Damn it, Frenchie.

What is your answer?

I have offered you
the courtesies of war.

Offered you mercy.

What we have, we keep.
Try to take it if you want.

You keep?

You keep what?

Your country?

We took that easily enough.

Accept my terms...

Or I will send you to hell.

Join me.

Save it.

He was a good soldier.

I'm out of ammunition.

Here, take Frenchie's gun.

And when it's all gone,

-Bayonets.

-Rifle butts.
-Fists.

Bad time to tell you,
Sergeant. Never been
much good with my fists.

Well, just keep your left up.

-And pray for a miracle.

Well, it's four of us
against a battalion

and we're still alive.
You don't call that a miracle?

Maybe.

All I know is
we started out with mine.

Bates.

Still here, Sergeant.

Waco.

Waco.

Put him down.

This is crazy.

The only time
I've ever got hurt...

-Was when Lulubelle bit me.
-She didn't mean it.

Press this down, hard.
Hard.

Waco, hang in there.
Come on.

Come on.

Waco, hang in there now,
come on.

I've got him, Sergeant.

Hang in there.

Waco, look at me.
You're going to be fine.
You hear me?

Sergeant...

Bates is alone out there.
You get outside
and you help him.

-Come on. God damn it, Waco.
Hang in there.

That's an order, Sergeant.

Don't you die on me, Waco.

I'll be fine, Sarge.

That's nice.

You'll be fine,
you'll be fine.

How is he?

You're doing well.

It's going to take
more than this to kill me.

That's right.

Never say no.

That was a close one.

They got the well.

I wonder what it feels like?

What?

Cold steel.

Well...

My guess is
it's over pretty quick.

I hope someone finds this.

Well, chances are no one
will ever know this happened.

If they don't find this tag,
I'm missing.

If they do find it, I'm dead.

If I'm missing,
nobody knows if I'm dead.

If I am dead,
how will they ever know?

It's the never knowing,
see Sergeant.
I think about my wife...

Never knowing.

So...

I might as well be dead.

Here they come.

This is it.

Come on.

Come on.
What are you waiting for?

We ain't surrendering.
Get it over with.

Come on.

-Water for guns.

Oh, that's rich.

Sure take all you want.

Drink it. Swim in it.
Drink till you drown.

Go ahead. Take it.

I'll be.

The shell.

It's opened up the well.

That's water.

It's a bloody miracle.

Yeah...

Yeah, that's what it is.

Go over and pick up
those guns while they're
wet and stupid.

Go ahead and
let them drink all they want.

I'll cover you.

What are we going to
do with them Sergeant?

Bates, that's one hell of
a good question.

Oh, no...

It ain't fair.

It ain't bloody fair.

Sit down!

Sit down.

Sit your asses on the ground.

Who are those guys?

They are British.

Long Range Desert Patrol.

They're ours.

Well... I'm glad about that.

You were right.

It was touch and go
for a while. But our lads
held at El Alamein.

I knew we'd done our bit
when I heard that.

It weren't for nothing.

I guess so.

Bates, what's your first name?

Osmond.

It's all right.
You don't have to say nothing.

No, no, it's a fine name.
That's a fine name.

How do you plan on riding
out of here...

Osmond?

I was rather counting on
going out the same way
I came in, Sergeant.

Mount up.

They shall not grow old

As we who are left grow old

Age shall not weary them

Nor the years condemn

At the going down of the sun

And in the morning

We will remember them

Lest we forget them