All language subtitles for The Wind and the Lion.1975_English.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBAG

[GUNSHOTS]

Don't you think

the most important
part of a meal

is the wine?

Everything must
follow the wine

and in this case

I could favor
a red Bordeaux.

A red Bordeaux
at lunch?

Your late husband would
never have approved.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[GUNSHOTS FIRING
IN DISTANCE]

William?

William, stay away
from the edge.

The edge is no place to play.

Yes, ma'am.

[MAN SPEAKS ARABIC]

What is it, William?

I don't know.

He's got a knife in his back.

William!

Watch where you're--

William!

Joseph, over there.

Get down, Eden.

[GUN CLICKS]

Damn.

Joseph!

[GUNSHOT]

Oh!

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMING]

Leave us alone.
You hear?

Get back.

Leave us alone. Oh!

Come, girl.

Come on.

[GRUNTING]

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

I am the Raisuli.

Do not laugh
at me again.

Secretary of State
to the President:

I regret to inform you

that I have received
the following dispatch

from Samuel Gummere

United States General Consul,
Tangier, Morocco.

On October 1 5

Mrs. Eden Pedecaris
and her children

were kidnapped from
their residence in Tangier

after the brutal murder
of her servants and a guest

Sir Joshua Kenyon-Smith,
a British subject.

This act of
barbarous criminality

appears perpetrated
by Mulay el-Raisuli

Sherif of the Riffian Berbers

and the last of the
Barbary pirates.

The British minister
and myself concur

there exists alarming
prospects of danger

for all foreigners in Morocco.

Request warships.

Gentlemen, the presidency
was never won

by a Vice President
filling out

his fallen predecessor's
term of office.

Now, that may not
obtain in this instance--

The only thing that people will
remember about McKinley

is he had the good sense
to get himself shot.

Teddy's the most popular
President since Washington.

Why drag in Washington?

Ah, you know it,
and I know it

but that damn cowboy
doesn't know it.

What he wants is some issue
to hang his campaign on

something to arouse
the populace.

A cavalry charge?

So to speak.

Morocco?

You know as well as I do we
can't have Arab desperadoes

running around kidnapping
American citizens.

If I had my way, I'd go in there
with a couple of Winchesters

a battalion of Marines

but I can't do that.
Can I?

No.

- Has this Raspuli...
- Raisuli.

Raspuli, Raisuli, whatever.

Has he made any terms?

No.

Hmm. Good.
That gives us an excuse.

He will, though.

What makes you so sure?

He kidnapped a
British consul once

but they became friends,
and he sent him back.

- He spat on the blood money.
- Spat on it?

Yes. There's been
others, though

Spanish and French emissaries.

Did he send them
back too?

- Parts of them.
- Parts of them?

Obviously, he has no
respect for human life.

Threatening the lives and
property of American citizens.

It's an insult in the eyes of the
world community, you realize that?

Arabian thief holding me up
like a common desperado.

Theodore, you're
on to something.

I don't quite know what.

What is it that you
want, Theodore?

What do I want?
I want respect, that's what.

Respect for human life
and American property

and I'll send the Atlantic squadron
to Morocco to get respect.

That's illegal.

Now, why spoil the
beauty of a thing

with legality?

Well...

the fleet sails tomorrow.

America wants Pedecaris
alive, or Raisuli dead.

Very good.

Pedecaris alive...

or Raisuli dead.

Bull's-eye.

Ah! Ah!

[MEN LAUGHING]

Horses! Come on now.
We go to the horses, madam.

Don't touch me
with that thing again.

I'm quite capable of
understanding your gibberish.

[MEN LAUGHING]

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Jennifer? William? William!?

Your hand, lady.

Oh, get away from me,
for God's sake, you--

Get on those horses,
Jennifer.

Let go of this.

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

Now, I don't know who you
are or what you want with us

but I will tell you
that I am no coward

and if you or any
of these men

should dare to lay
a hand on me

I will try with all the
strength in me to kill you.

And with my last breath,
I shall curse you to God.

God will listen.

Do you play checkers?

No. I play chess.

Better.

This is the Rif.

I am Mulay Achmed Mohammed
el-Raisuli the Magnificent.

Sherif of the
Riffian Berbers.

I am the true defender
of the faithful

and the blood of the
Prophet runs in me

and I am but a
servant of his will.

You have nothing to say?

It has never been my intention
to encourage braggarts.

Your shell is strong,
like a turtle's

but it is brittle.

Your tongue
is clever and fast.

Be careful you
do not trip over it.

You are a great
deal of trouble.

Now, see here, Abal.

I don't intend to waste any
more time watching you eat.

This is an effrontery.

Have you ever heard of
the "big stick," Bashaw?

Do not threaten me,
Mr. Gummere.

I have been threatened
by the French...

Germans...

and the English.

I've been threatened by experts

Mr. Gummere.

And yet Morocco is still the
only sovereign Muslim throne

west of Constantinople.

Yes, but it is shaky.

Yes, we have French infantry
and German cavalry.

Our currency is Spanish

but my nephew is the
Sultan of Morocco.

And it is as it shall be.

Well, if you wish it
to stay that way

then I impιore you

to send your French infantry and
your German cavalry into the Rif

and bring our
people back.

Better to serve the
leopard than the fox.

I am only a servant
of the Sultan

the chosen one, the
defender of the faithful.

I can make no such decision.

Very well then, we shall seek an
audience with the Sultan himself.

He will not see you

unless it pleases him.

Now, listen here

we represent
a modern power.

We're talking about Marines,
battleships, big guns.

- We are not fooling about.
- Richard.

We are not here
to make threats,

merely entreaties.

Now, tell me, Bashaw,

what would please
the Sultan? Gold?

More bicycles?

Another carriage?

Lions.

Lions?

Lions would please the Sultan.

Lions are noble.

Very well.

Mr. Dreighton will leave
this afternoon for Fez

with a pair of lions.

Lions?

We shall drink
from my well.

Thank you, William.

That's rather
refreshing.

Here children, have some of
these. They'll give you strength.

Mama, who do you
think he really is?

Is he a pirate?

He's a brigand and a lout.
Pay him no serious mention.

We shall see the better
side of this, God willing.

He has the way about
him, doesn't he?

He sure has the way.

Woman, I want you
to understand this.

I am not a
barbarous man.

I am a scholar and
a leader to my people.

I am not a
barbarous man.

These four men
have dishonored me.

They have eaten from my trees.

They have drunk water
from my wells.

They have done all of
these things to me

and they have not even evoked my
name to God, in thankfulness.

I am treated this way

because I make war
upon the Europeans.

You see the man
at the well?

How he draws the water?

When one bucket
empties, the other fills.

It is so with the world.

At present, you
are full of power.

But you are spilling
it wastefulιy

and Islam is lapping
up the drops

as they spill
from your bucket.

Oh!

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Did you see that?

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

And you are not
a barbarous man.

They had broken God's will.

You mean they had
broken your will!

I have no will,
only that of God.

I had to kill the two or I could
not trust the other two.

A barbarous man would
have killed them al--

Of course.

Be not so quick
to judge our ways.

Ignorance is a steep hill with
perilous rocks at the bottom.

Do you pray often?

I pray to Mecca
five times a day.

Is that so? I wonder
how you find time.

You're so busy cutting
off men's heads

and kidnapping
women and children.

If I miss the morning prayer,
I pray twice in the afternoon.

Allah is very understanding.

[GUNSHOTS]

You gonna build that canal
in Panama, Teddy?

I'll dig it with my own
hands if I have to.

Remember the Maine!

I remembered it, did you?

Teddy, you ain't gonna let them
push us around in Morocco?

Madam, I have something
to say about Morocco.

This is a good time
as any to say it.

It is my policy.

It's my policy

to protect American citizens
and American interests

whenever, wherever
they are threatened.

And-- And furthermore.
Furthermore

I am not a man to stand by
and condone barbaric acts

which are perpetrated against
innocent women and children.

We shall mete out
justice that is swift

and retribution
that is final.

America wants Pedecaris
alive or Raisuli dead.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[GUNSHOTS]

I was good,
wasn't I, John?

It was a marvelous speech.

I'd even vote
for you myself.

Have the train go slowly.

I want to listen
to them a while.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[GOATS BLEATING]

You will be more
pleased here.

Sleep better.

It is the wish
of the Raisuli.

Be sure and thank
him for me.

You will sleep here.

Yes, I was told.

Good.

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

You do not want to eat?

This is not a good move.
I can take your knight.

- You can?
- Yes.

Well, the loss of my knight
does not mean you will win.

The lion takes long strides

but the path is worn
smooth by pygmy armies.

Yes, and a fool and his
money are soon parted.

I've checked
your queen also.

You are in a
lot of trouble.

You should never have moved
that bishop or kidnapped me.

Both will see you undone.

It is not I who decides
the outcome of these events.

It is the will of Allah.

I am but an instrument
of that will.

It is the wind that passes,
but the sea remains.

A stitch in time saves nine.

Make your move.

What do you intend
to do with us?

It is my intention to embarrass
Mulay Abdul Azziz

the Sultan to Morocco.

The tribesmen will see
that he is the bought dog

of the European armies,

a slave to French
and German masters.

The tribesmen will
join me in a jihad

to abolish this
foreign pestilence.

And this is your way?

Abducting women and children,
killing unarmed servants?

I prefer to fight the
European armies

but they do not fight as men.

They fight as dogs.

Men prefer to
fight with swords

so they can see
each other's eyes.

Sometimes this is not possible.

Then they fight with rifles.

The Europeans have guns that fire
many times, promiscuously

and rend the earth.

There is no honor in this.
Nothing is decided from this.

Therefore,

I shall take women and children
when it pleases me.

What have you demanded
for our return?

Gold, rifles...

the head of the Bashaw
in a basket of melons...

the sovereignty
of my people.

The English have paid
very well in the past.

Well, you'll not have your way
with the Americans.

President Roosevelt will have
your head for this.

Roosevelt.

This President Roosevelt

he would try and
take it himself?

He certainly would.

He is a man of grit
and strong moral fiber.

He does not kidnap
women and children.

What kind of rifle does he use?

A Winchester.

Winchester?

Winchester?

[MEN SPEAKING ARABIC]

I have no knowledge
of this rifle.

You will.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Sherif of Wazan,
Lord of the desert.

Mrs. Pedecaris.

The pleasure is mine.

Charmed.

The Sherif has honored me

by carrying my entreaties
to the Europeans.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

What is that?

That is a tongue.

Well, why would anyone want
to cut out a man's tongue?

Perhaps the previous owner
had nothing pleasant to say.

[LAUGHING]

I believe I'm
about to be sick.

Must be the heat.

- What is it?
- Some kind of tongue.

What kind?

Children, get up from that
tongue. Good God.

The reply from the
American Bashaw.

Himself speaking for the
Lord of the Americans.

-President Roosevelt?
-Mm-hmm.

"Pedecaris alive
or Raisuli dead"?

You are not in a
position to laugh.

Do not laugh
at the Raisuli!

Go to Zinat.

Cut the small finger
from a woman.

Take it to
these Americans.

Tell them it is a finger
of the woman Pedecaris

and that the Raisuli
is a man of patience,

but not unending.

Does this President,
this Roosevelt

does he have no respect
for human life?

Hey, what'd you
bring in, Colonel?

Got some venison and a cougar.

Heard about the
bear, have you?

Big one, I heard.

Coffee, Mr. President?

Is that the bear?

Yes, this is the bear that attacked
the horse camp at dawn.

He knew that men would be
asleep or at their worst, at dawn.

You know, he injured one of
the Indians quite severely.

Killed several of
the horses too.

Did you yourself participate in
stopping the bear, Mr. President?

Yes, I regret to say.

Why do you regret,
Mr. President?

Because he's a fine creature.

This is his valley.

This valley belonged to the bear
and we're the intruders here.

We're accustomed to wild
animals taking flight

at the sight of men with guns.

The American grizzly
fears nothing

not man, not
guns, not death.

Do you intend to have this bear as a
rug in the White House, Mr. President?

Rug? No.

No, I intend to have him stuffed
and placed on exhibit.

The Smithsonian Institute.

The American grizzly bear

is a symbol of the
American character:

Strength, intelligence, ferocity.

A little blind and
reckless at times

but courageous beyond all doubt.

And one other trait that
goes with all previous.

And that, Mr. President?

Loneliness.

A bear lives out his life alone.

Indomitable, unconquered,
but always alone.

He has no real allies,
only enemies

but none of them
are as great as he.

Do you feel this might be
an American trait?

Certainly.

The world will
never love us.

It may respect us

they may even grow to fear us,
but they will never love us

for we have too
much audacity

and we're a bit blind
and reckless at times too.

Are you perhaps referring
to the Panama Canal

and the situation
in Morocco?

If you say so.

The American grizzly
embodies the spirit of America.

He should be our symbol,
not that ridiculous eagle.

He's no more than
a dandified vulture.

Dandified.

Do you speak
English?

Yes, sire.

Tell me,

why doesn't the Sultan
build the road to Fez?

I had to bring these
lions by camel.

Do you know
what that's like?

No, sire.

It wasn't easy.

The ease of others is not
the concern of the Sultan.

We'll build a road
some day.

A road? Here?

Foolish.

The desert
is like the sea.

You cannot build
a road in the sea.

We will.

We have men that
can do anything.

Absolutely anything.

We have men
that can fly.

Fly?

Fly.

MAN:
Watch the goal.

Watch the goal.
Watch the goal.

Say, haven't I seen you
somewhere before?

Nein.

[LAUGHING]

Perhaps Your
Highness Abdul

would care to fire
the Maxim gun?

Herr Sultan
is displeased?

This is broken.

Mend it.

The ambassador of the
Americans, Your Exultancy.

I am Mulay Abdul Azziz,
Sultan to Morocco.

It has been said that you
have brought me lions.

Yes, sir, two of them.

MAN:
It's out of bounds.

It would please me to take the
pleasure of this meeting

in my carriage of state.

You will come.

Beautiful.

It is quite extraordinary.

You may sit.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[LAUGHING]

You wish to discuss the Raisuli?

Yes.

Have you made any
contact with his people?

He wishes for the return
of the woman Pedecaris

that he be granted the lands
of the Rif by formal decree,

and that the Bashaw
of Tangier's head

be presented in a golden jar.

[LAUGHING]

He didn't ask for money?

Yes, but that
is honorable.

You have offered
to pay it, I presume.

Do not distress me
by such a question.

Now, see here, we will have
our people back and right quick

or we are prepared
to do something about it.

I will not endure
this treatment.

Have you ever heard
of the "big stick," Sultan?

Right now, there are
squadrons of warships

in your coastal waters.

In days, there will be
Marines, cavalry

and artillery to enforce
my demands.

Now, my country wants
the woman Pedecaris alive

or Raisuli dead.

You cannot talk to the
defender of the faithful

in this manner!

You do not understand it!

It is so difficult
to be Sultan.

You do not understand.

What do you know
of this Raisuli?

He is a wonderful man,
a servant of God

but he is a brigand
and a criminal as well.

He taught me to shoot a rifle
when I was five years old.

You know him?

He is my uncle.

But the Bashaw in
Tangier is your uncle.

They are both my uncles.
They are brothers.

It is so difficult
to be Sultan.

You foreigners
do not understand.

[GUNSHOTS]

These are
my true riches.

A man's worth is counted
in the number of his rifles.

Does this Roosevelt,
does he have such men?

Probably not.

Well, with such men

who needs guns that fire
many times promiscuously?

Machine guns?

Yes. Who needs
such guns?

Well, maybe I don't
believe it, either.

Look at this.

Where'd you
get it, William?

Did you steal it?

No. He gave it to me.

Gayaan the Terrible.

He's a brigand who's
killed over 30 men.

Did he kill any with that?

Certainly.

What will they do with us,
William?

Keep us.

Teach us to ride, shoot,
cut men's throats

and be brigands.

Even girls?

Yes, but you'll have
to wear a veil.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Father.

Happy birthday.

Blow out the candles, Father.

Takes a big wind,
lots of hot air.

Then I'll need some help
from you, Mr. Hay.

I propose a toast.

To the Panama Canal.

[APPLAUSE]

Yes, and Jupiter
Pierpont Morgan.

[LAUGHING]

Likie knifie?
You likie forkie?

Splendid.

And now, Mr. President, blow.

[LAUGHING]

May the breath
of Theodore Roosevelt

be like the wind that he has
sent across the Pacific.

Wind that bends the trees
of aggression and injustice

but a true wind marked
also for its warmth.

An American wind.

[APPLAUSE]

You likie speechie?

Well, I suppose I should
make the first cut here.

See? Nothing to it.

There you are.

See how easy that was?

Now, you all go on
and finish it.

Not having any,
Mr. President?

Oh, no. No cake
for me, John

birthday or no.

I have to remain
fit and trim

vigorous and active.

After all, this Raisuli fellow
is reputed to be over 50

and still a very
formidable brigand.

You may well make a
formidable brigand yourself.

You've made
a good start in life

and we all have
high hopes for you

when you grow up.

Now I shall have
some of your cake.

Let them eat cake,
huh, kid?

Not good for you, John.

Neither are those cigars.

At my age, I can afford it.

Let me see that.

Take a note to the Winchester
Repeating Arms Company

New Haven, Connecticut.

Dear Sirs,

I have received my
improved model

1 895 Winchester
in .405 caliber.

As you and I both know,
this is a very fine rifle.

However, once again
you have blundered

both in regard to
the stock dimensions

and the recoil pad.

How long will these
mistakes be repeated?

After all, I am the President
of the United States.

I see no reason why
an American President

can't get satisfaction from
an American gun maker.

Huh? What must I do
for a proper fitting?

Go to England?

- I should hope not.
- No, sir.

Why are you standing there
like that, young man?

-In regard to your--
-Well, speak up. Speak up.

This is a government,
not a rest home. What is it?

- Your bear, sir.
- My bear? What bear?

- Your grizzly bear, sir.
- He's from the Smithsonian.

Oh, the Smithsonian.
Yes, you have the sketches.

Thank you.

Now, let's see.
Let me see these.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That won't do.

No, that's--
No, that's all wrong.

That's terrible.

And that one.

You see, what's wrong
here, young man

is the position.

You've made this fine
specimen of a grizzly

look like a hairy cow.

Now, would you like to be portrayed as
a hairy cow if you were a grizzly bear?

Perhaps the President
had a position in mind.

Certainly. There you are.

Now, watch.

The American grizzly

must always be portrayed
in a fighting stance.

That's the sort of animal he is.

You see, upright, rampant,
on his two hind feet.

His great forepaws
extended like that.

Teeth bared, clawing, growling.

[GROWLING]

Understand?

-Would you like to sketch that?
-Yes sir.

Take a photograph.

Good. Ready?

Growl again, Father.

You like that?

[GROWLING]

See that he gets a copy.

Now, where was I
with Winchester?

Um. "What must I do
for a proper fitting?

Need I go to England?"

Yes, uh.

Oh, that's all right the
way it is. Send it out.

What must a man do, anyway,
to get a proper-fitting rifle?

You can bet that Raisuli fellow's
got a rifle that fits him.

Those people know the
value of a good weapon.

The rifle is the very
soul of the Arab.

Raisuli's a Berber,
Mr. President.

Well, it goes double
for Berbers.

What sort of rifle does
he use, do you suppose?

-I don't know, sir.
-Well, send him a cablegram.

Find out what kind of weapon
the old bastard uses.

I think you're the best shot

that's ever occupied
the office, sir.

Oh, I don't know.

Andrew Jackson back
there was quite a shot.

Carried a brace of pistols
all the time, you know.

Shot a fellow right off
the porch right out there.

Caned another one to death.

Admiral Chadwick,
I presume.

I'm Vice Consul
Richard Dreighton.

-Ray.
-Admiral.

It's certainly good
to see you.

Captain.

I must say we've been
awaiting your arrival

with a great deal
of anticipation

and I must say,
not a little nervousness.

You see, gentlemen

what we have here
is a problem

of enormous
diplomatic complexity.

Now, the Sultan
of Morocco--

Make yourselves
comfortable, gentlemen.

The Sultan of Morocco
favors the German Kaiser

while the Bashaw,
who is the real power here

is leaning toward
the Czar of Russia.

Now, in the middle
of all this

an American woman is kidnapped
by some desert pirate

and our President, of course,
gentlemen, only wants to know

what kind of a rifle
this brigand carries.

And he probably wants
to build a canal too

for all I know.

It's been done
before, you know.

Now, now, Admiral.

Mr. Dreighton, see if the gentlemen
care for a cigar, would you, please?

You and I are both old men

and we've seen these
disasters come and go.

Now, our problem is
to make this one go

and make it look good.

I must remind you, sir

that I was at Santiago Bay
when this President

I'm afraid that we'll have to do
more than just look good this time.

Well, what did you
have in mind, exactly?

Military intervention.

Yes. We are,
at this moment

the most powerful naval
force in Tangier Harbor.

Well, I-- I don't see what
that has to do with anything.

We are a major power
at this moment.

We carry the
biggest stick.

Now, just how many men
do you have, captain?

Two reinforced
rifle companies, sir.

Well, you see, the
Sultan of Morocco

has three foreign
regiments in Fez.

That's right, sir.
They're at Fez.

The Bashaw has only his household
cavalry and guard here.

The power lies
with the Bashaw.

Who is this boy?

Let him go on.

It would be as useless
chasing Raisuli

as the redcoats on Bunker Hill.

And the Sultan, if I'm
correct in my assumption

will not meet his demands.

Yes, go on.

The Sultan is not the power.
The real government is here.

That's right.

Well, it'd seem quite obvious,
I would think, sir.

We must seize the government
and make our own negotiations.

Seize the government?

At bayonet point.

I certainly would like to see

that old son of a bitch
at bayonet point, huh?

But it's ridiculous.
It's outrageous. It's lunatic.

Yes, isn't it, though?

I should think
Teddy would love it.

What about the French,
the Germans, the British?

Why, we're in the
Shadow of Gibraltar.

Damn the legations.

You realize, of course

that if we fail in this,
in even the slightest way

we'll all be killed.

Yes

and the whole world
will probably go to war.

Gentlemen, if we fail
and are killed

I certainly hope that the
world does go to war.

World at war.

A world war.

Now that would be
something to go out on.

William. Jennifer.
Jennifer!

What is it, Mama?
I was sleeping.

Dress quickly in the
robes they gave you.

Why are you
dressed like that?

Where are we going?

We're going to make
good an escape.

An escape?

Right now?
I was asleep.

You cannot wait for these things to
occur at your convenience, Jennifer.

Now, I've bribed
a man with jewels.

Now, come on.
Get dressed and hurry up.

William!

[GROANS]

Come along.
Be quick about it.

[WHISPERING]

The rifle, boy.
Rifle.

Yes, it is mine.

Give me your riffle.
Give it to me, yeah?

You'll get the rifle when we
reach safety and not before.

Now move ahead.

I'll take the rifle,
I want it.

[FIRES RIFLE]

EDEN :
Be careful.

Help!

William!

William. William.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Mama.

[MAN LAUGHS]

William.

[LAUGHING]

[GUNSHOT]

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Get back.

[SCREAMS]

William, get those loose
horses there. Quick.

Jennifer, go with William.

Mrs. Pedecaris

you're a great deal
of trouble.

There is all that
you need here.

Clothes of the
finest silks

spiced meats, figs for you
when you wish to eat.

Scented water
to bathe in.

But where are
your guards?

Is it your intention to
let us roam about freely?

You're the guests
of the Raisuli.

In the Raisuli's house,

I don't need guards.

My eyes are with you
wherever you go.

Allah is with me

and no one can
escape from God.

What will you do if they
do not accept your terms?

What do you mean?

What will become of us,
my children and myself?

I will play chess with
you one more time

and then return you
to your house.

Alive?

Yes, of course.

Then you're just
bluffing them.

You've never had the
intention of killing us.

Raisuli does not kill
women and children.

That's a silly question.

Why do you do this?

Because I am bluffing too.

Mrs. Pedecaris,
you trouble me.

Ship, oars!

Present arms!

Good morning, sir.
The company is formed.

Sergeants, take your post.

Company

fix

bayonets.

Move!

Right

face.

Port

arms.

Column left,

march!

[DRUMS PLAYING]

Column right,

march!

Eyes

right!

I don't think the French and
Germans are gonna like this.

Too early in the morning
for rattling sabers.

CAPTAIN :
Double-time

march.

Right on me.

Column left, now!

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Column left,

march!

Column left!

Quick-time.

SOLDIERS:
Quick-time.

CAPTAIN:
March!

Third and fourth squads,
column right, march.

First and second squads

column right, march.

Mark time

march.

Company

halt!

Hostiles to the left.

Left face!

Firing positions, move!

[YELLING]

Aim!

Fire!

Prepare to charge
the palace!

Charge!

[YELLING]

[GUNSHOTS]

Capt. Jerome,
United States Marine Corps

and you are
my prisoner, sir.

You are a very
dangerous man, captain

and your President
Roosevelt is mad.

Yes, sir.

[GUNSHOT]

He's gone cowboy again.

Stand back. Let me
deal with him, or try.

Theodore, what are you doing?

Isn't that the Czar?

A facsimile.

But that's like shooting
at your own brother.

ROOSEVELT:
Oh, Kermit's in the pits.

That's his idea
of a little joke.

Obviously, you relish jokes in view of
your approval of the Gummere report.

I try to go along
with them, John.

[GUNSHOT]

I suppose a declaration of
war would be a joke too?

Well, you have to admit
it would be entertaining.

A barrel of laughs.

Have you any idea of the
risk you're running?

Have you any idea of the
territory I'd be gaining?

Theodore.

[GUNSHOT]

You're dangerous.

You might even
shoot somebody.

Accidentally, I mean.

John, I'd never shoot
anyone accidentally.

I need their votes.

Madness.

-Madness.
-Sir?

Utter madness.

Why are you closing
your left eye, Father?

You've always told us to shoot
with both eyes open.

Well, the light bothers me. I can't
see out of that eye anymore.

What do you mean?

I'm blind in
my left eye.

-Since when?
-Since Saturday. Boxing.

Now, don't say anything
to Edith about it, do you hear?

Maybe it'll go away.

And don't let anyone come up
on my left side either.

Father, is Raisuli
a real pirate?

Yes, indeed, Quentin. He's the
last of the Barbary pirates.

Why do you
say that?

Well, the world is fast outgrowing
pirates of that sort, anyway.

Do you know
any others?

Yes, J.P. Morgan.

He's the only other
real pirate I know.

I hope you have him brought
before you in chains.

J.P. Morgan?
I should hardly--

No, no, no. Raisuli. Have
Raisuli brought before you.

I should like
to see that.

Oh, I should like to see
him too but not in chains.

Let's have the Winchester, Alice.

You like him,
don't you, Father?

You like J.P. Morgan
too, don't you?

Of course I do, Alice.

But they're
your enemies.

Well, sometimes

one finds that your enemies are a lot
more admirable than your friends.

You pick the road
to greatness

and you'll have
that choice some day.

You come to realize that the
road traveled by great men

is dark and lonely

and lit only at intervals
by other great men

and sometimes they're
your enemies.

But they're the only
true luxury you have.

Yes, it's a dark and difficult road and
I do not look down upon anyone

who has the good sense
not to take it.

RAISULI:
I was young

and full of the sayings
of young men.

I did not yet understand
the ways of the Prophet

the will of God.

I thought that men
could oppose such will.

I was very foolish.

A man can trust no one,
yet often trusts women.

I trusted my brother

and openly opposed
the old Sultan at Fez.

He was letting the Europeans
give him money

and money is always
followed by more Europeans.

My brother betrayed me,
and I was sent to Mogador.

Mogador?

It is a dungeon on
the edge of the sea.

I was sent there to die

but I was young
and strong.

My brain was as agile
as my fingers.

The confinement.
Speak of the confinement.

It was the intention
of my brother

to permit the flies and the
ants to consume me

but as the years passed

and the chains were
replaced many times

it was always
I who remained.

It was then that the guards saw
that the Baraka was with me.

They arranged my escape.

I thanked them for the years
of wisdom they had given me

and I wandered
into the mountains.

-Are you asleep?
-No. Did I look like it?

No, but you
made no noise

and well, others have
fallen asleep while I speak.

The wandering, Raisuli.

Uh, yeah.

I wandered into
the mountains.

I wished only to hear
the voices of women

babbling about common things.
You permit me to say

the conversation of women
does not interest me very much.

[MEN LAUGHING]

But when one is in prison
one is inclined to have

a different sense
of disposition.

The Riffians found me.

I learned to read
and to speak again.

The women aided me in this
because of my lineage

but the men

they wanted to sell my head to the old
Sultan at Fez for rifles and gold.

There was but
one thing to do:

Challenge Abdel
Malak the Cruel.

We fought with swords
on horseback

and the Baraka
was with me.

I cut off his arm

and he wounded me

many times.

The tribesmen
judged him

and every voice
was against him.

And his eyes

which had witnessed
much injustice

were burned out with
heated copper coins.

And today, he
wanders the land

a blind beggar.

Thus, I became the true
defender of the faithful

for the blood of the
Prophet runs in me

and I am but an
instrument of his will.

[GUNSHOTS]

Salaam.

Raisuli, Lord of the Rif. Salaam.

Salaam.

[SPEAKS ARABIC]

I have never seen
such fierce retainers.

Well, these are my immortals.

They have such--

-Jennifer, put that thing down.
-Let it be.

They are feared in
the streets of hell

and their courage is such that golden
thrones await them in paradise.

You are pleased, Sherif?

I am pleased

the Raisuli
will be pleased.

The Bashaw offers this:

70,000 pieces
of Spanish gold

all foreign soldiers to be
removed from the Rif

and the Raisuli
and his followers

are to be granted
the freedom to travel

in the cities
and marketplaces.

And last

all those held in the
dungeons of Mogador

who swear fealty
to Raisuli

shall be placed
under Raisuli's care.

This in return

for the American woman
and her children.

It is the word of the
American Sultan Roosevelt

and his honor.

Even with treachery,
such an offer is impressive.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

The American Bashaw wished
that the Raisuli act in haste

as the other Europeans
are not pleased.

You must take their offer.

Each day that
you keep us here

the Europeans use as an
excuse to land more troops.

Everything that you have
fought for is wasted.

They are using you, Raisuli.

You are becoming
a dupe to them.

Do not call the
Raisuli a dupe.

I do not need the
counsel of women.

SHERIF:
The American woman is true.

Every day, more
Germans travel to Fez.

They have guns that
need wheels to carry them.

What is stopping you?

Can't you see?

It is no longer our concern.

The great powers want this land

and they will fight each
other to take this land

and when they are done,
there will be nothing.

Not your mountains,
nor your palace

not pride, nor
your honor.

It is a wind so strong
no tree can stand in it.

And where there are no trees,
there is no shade from the sun.

And what is land without
shade from the sun?

Desert.

The desert
I know very well.

Mrs. Pedecaris, you
speak like a Berber.

It must be the heat.

Why do you do this?

I do not ordinarily ask
the counsel of any man

let alone the
counsel of women.

You're not even
one of my wives.

I should certainly say not.

I am not.

Children, come here.

We have no more business here.

Let these brigands
decide for themselves

what they shall do with us.

Mrs. Pedecaris, I have
decided it would please me

to return you to
President Roosevelt

because you're
a lot of trouble.

Perhaps he will know
what to do with you.

It is not my fate to find out.

[CHUCKLES]

Even you laugh
at the Raisuli.

This woman has
taken the Raisuli.

You say such things
in front of my men.

What has become
of honor, respect?

Everything is changing,
drifting away on the wind.

It's been a bad year.

The next one will
probably be worse.

Where do we have to
take them to get our gold?

I will take them. You
need not risk your life.

What does my life matter?
I've nothing else to do.

Prepare to ride.

I do not understand
this woman.

My entire education has
been horses and the Koran.

What have I learned?

Look what I've become.

You are Lord of the Rif.

Yes, and you would think
I would understand this woman.

Where is it exactly
where we are going?

To a small village east of Rabat
at the foot of the mountains.

It is good.

What is good?

It is good to know
where we are going.

[MEN SINGING]

What are
they singing?

They are singing
songs to God.

Why are you
not singing?

I am the Sultan.
They do the singing.

That is ridiculous.

It is customary.

There is just one
thing I'd like to ask you.

Yes, what is it?

What is your first name?

My first name?

Yes, your Christian name.

I mean what is the name

that precedes all
your other names?

My first name?
My Christian name?

I am Mulay Achmed Mohammed

Raisuli the Magnificent,
Lord of the Rif.

Mulay. Mulay,
that is a nice name.

Yes.

Mulay.

I am Eden, Mulay.

Eden.

Of course.

You need not
go any further.

My retainers will
bring back the gold.

What good is the word
of the Roosevelt

if it is not met by the
word of the Raisuli?

My brother knows this.

I do not fear
treachery or fate.

I fear only God.

It is foolish and silly
to talk as such.

These Europeans
are not men.

They do not respect
the laws of men.

Let me take
the woman.

He is right. It is no
longer your concern.

No longer my concern?

It is I who took you.

It pleased me to do so.

It pleases me now
to bring you back.

No longer my concern.

Sherif, bring your retainers.

The woman Pedecaris
must not be endangered.

She must return to
President Roosevelt.

If there is to be treachery,

Allah will not leave my
side, but you must.

Ride back.

Lead the mahalla.
Let there be jihad.

Let the swords run with
the blood of the infidels.

We will all eat
lamb in paradise.

Throw down your arms.

They obey only my will,
and I am the Raisuli.

I am Mrs. Pedecaris.

I do not intend to have my family
endangered any further.

Mrs. Pedecaris.

Capt. Jerome,
U.S. Marine Corps.

-Help the children.
-Yes, ma'am.

CAPTAIN:
Better take cover inside, ma'am.

Inside. Inside.

I am the Sherif of Wazan.

These are my retainers.

They do not ride
with this brigand.

Take him if you want.

What will they do to him?

That can't be
our concern, ma'am.

We're quite
outnumbered here.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Let's go inside.

I expect gold and
rifles for his head.

I do not do this
for a lackey's wages.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Can't we get
out of here?

Not until it's
light, ma'am.

I wouldn't trust these
sorts in the dark.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Mother.

Mother, aren't you going to do
anything about the Raisuli?

William, the Raisuli
is not our concern.

Aren't you going to do
anything about him?

Go to sleep, William.

Mother.

William.

[HARMONICA PLAYING]

[WHISPERING]
William.

William, have you
got your dagger?

Captain?

Captain!

Could you bring us
some water, please?

Of course, ma'am.

Here we go.

For the boy first, Captain.
He has a fever.

Here, son, hold
your head up.

There we go.

Oh, man!

Don't any of you move!

I shall cut this man's throat
as surely as you stand there

if you do not do
exactly as I say.

I am not fooling! Now
drop those weapons.

You know, you
could hurt somebody--

Don't touch that.
William, get them.

Jennifer, help him.
Get the pistols, too.

William, give me
the short one.

Get up.

Now, easy with
that thing, ma'am.

I have shot grouse in Scotland
and quail in North Carolina.

Believe me, I know
how to use this thing.

Just what are you trying
to do, Mrs. Pedecaris?

Just what are you
trying to get across?

Now, President Roosevelt
made an agreement

with that man being
held over there

and President Roosevelt
keeps his agreements.

Now, there's no
need to do this.

We're all
Americans here.

What exactly did
you have in mind?

I intend to free the Raisuli.

Alone, I suppose.

With my children.

Well, now, ma'am, I wish you'd
said that in the first place

because if you're going to try
it alone with your children,

you haven't got a chance.

What do you suggest I do, then?

Captain?

I'd like to throw
in with you

and God help us.

Draw your weapons
from the boy here.

[MURMURS OF ASSENT]

MAN:
Check for a full load.

CAPTAIN:
My pistol, please.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

Halt!

We want to see
your prisoner.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

I said, we want to
see your prisoner.

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

We want to see
the Raisuli.

President Roosevelt
negotiated in good faith--

[SPEAKS GERMAN]

What do think
you're doing?

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[MEN YELLING]

Let's go.

Hurry up! Cover us.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Oh, my God.

Oh, Mrs. Pedecaris.

The Baraka has
not deserted me.

[GUNSHOTS]

Cut me down quick
before it does.

The sword, woman!

The sword!

Better.

[RAISULI GROANS]

Oh, my--

Are you hurt?

Mrs. Pedecaris,
you're a lot of trouble.

Whoo!

I'll see you again,
Mrs. Pedecaris

when we're both like
golden clouds on the wind.

ROOSEVELT: There was
nothing to worry about, John.

All I have to do is go to
Oyster Bay for the weekend

and the government
of Morocco falls.

By the way, how
is Mrs. Pedecaris?

Oh, she's in
fine health, sir.

Quite a remarkable woman.

According to Capt. Jerome,

during the fighting at Ar Sarib, she
displayed commendable courage.

Yes, so did that Jerome, boy.

I want to see him
decorated with something.

Whatever you think
is appropriate.

And Gummere and, what's
his name? The other fellow--

Well, decorate the
whole outfit, all of them.

I must say, Theodore, you
should thank your lucky stars.

Why, luck had nothing
to do with it, John.

I had God on my side.

Maybe Allah.

What's that?

Well, that's your bear.
Your grizzly bear, sir.

First reports are we can get
anything we want in Morocco, sir.

Coaling rights. We can put
anybody we want on the throne.

Their camps were divided.
It's as simple as that.

At this moment, Theodore is
the most popular President

in the history of the office.

Take that cover off.

What, sir?

Take the cover off.
I want to see my bear.

Later perhaps, Theodore.

No, I want to see him now.

A good speech would be appropriate
in the next few days, sir.

Even the papers
are cheering you.

There's no doubt about the
outcome of the election, Theodore.

Gentlemen

nothing in this world is certain,
absolutely nothing.

The fate of the nation will be decided
by the American people in November

and the fate of Morocco will
be decided tomorrow by me.

Now, gentlemen,

if you don't mind, I'd just like
to be alone with my bear.

I trust he was a Democrat.

RAISULI:
To Theodore Roosevelt.

You are like the wind

and I, like the lion.

You form the tempest.

The sand stings my eyes,
and the ground is parched.

I roar in defiance,
but you do not hear.

But between us,
there is a difference.

I, like the lion, must
remain in my place

while you, like the wind,
will never know yours.

Mulay Achmed Mohammed
el-Raisuli the Magnificent

Lord of the Rif

Sultan to the Berbers.

SHERIF: Great Raisuli,
we have lost everything.

All is drifting on the
wind just as you said.

We have lost everything.

RAISULI: Sherif, is there not
one thing in your life

that was worth
losing everything for?

[LAUGHING TOGETHER]