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Halt!

Where are all your Touaregs and thebattle, murder, and sudden death?

You know the Arabs always carryoff their own dead, Major.

Wake them up in there!

Yes, sir.

The lookout tower is empty.

The place is probably bulgingwith Touaregs, sir.

No, I don't think so.

I'm gonna take a closer look.

Attack if I'm fired on again.

Yes, sir.

Major Beaujolais with a reliefcolumn from Fort Tokotu.

Call your officer and tell...

Give me your rope.I'm going over the wall.

Attack if you don't hearfrom me in 10 minutes.

May I ask a question, sir?

They're all dead.

Dead, sir?Exactly. Dead.

It may be a trap, Major. Let me go.You are too important.

May I go, sir?

Yes.

Go over the walland open the gates.

Keep your eyes open!

What about those 2 shots, sir?

I can ask the questions myself, Dufour.

It shouldn't have taken him this long.

No, sir.

I'm going over myself.

I'll tear the place down ifyou're not out in 5 minutes.

All right.

Bugler!

Bugler!

Bugler!Answer me!

Bugler!

Bugler!

Halt!

I'm glad to see you, sir.

Thanks.

Come here.

Not a soul alive in the place.

No sign of an enemy?

No, sir.

They're dead.

Yes, sir.

Where's the bugler?

Look for him if you want to.I have.

No thanks, sir.

Up here is a young manwho died peacefully.

Beside him is a sergeant

with a French bayonetthrough his heart.

Where, sir?

Never mind.

I have several questionsI'd like to ask, sir.

I have a few myself.

We'll camp in the oasis tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll getto the bottom of this

if I have to take a tripto the next world.

Touaregs!

Fall back on the oasis.

Break ranksand fall back to the oasis!

Dufour, I want 2 men to go back toFort Tokotu for reinforcements.

Right, sir.We'll go, sir.

Good.

Now, one of you must get through.

Split up when you getin the desert.

Have Lt. St. Andre bring his mountedSenegalese as fast as he can.

Yes, sir.

Cease firing!

Cease firing!

Cease firing.

Look, Major!

There goes the evidence.

Of what, sir?

I don't know.

Dufour, how am I gonnamake a report about this?

If I say exactly what's happened,

they'll say I'm madat Headquarters.

I think this is a silly game!

For that remark, Ghastly Gussie,

you are reduced from captainto a common seaman!

How much longer do I have tobe a common seaman, Admiral?

Well, it takes time to work up.

You know, Digby,

John's a good workerfor a common seaman.

It, it wouldn't be a goodidea to promote him.

That's right, Beau.He might stop working.

I knew something would happen.

Are you hit?

Y-Yes, sir.

Well, come ashore.

And bring the ships.

Are you hurt much?

Yeah. No.

Are you all right?

Well...

Now be careful.It hit pretty hard.

Don't bump that leg.

Here we are.

Lie down...Steady.

...and we'll examinethe wound.

Do you... Do you wantto bite on a bullet?

That's what theyalways do in books.

Will... will I getpromoted if I do?

If you don't shout.

I... I won't shout.

I'm ready, Captain.

- Sit on him.- Yes, sir.

Wait till Aunt Patriciahears about this.

There it is.

Bandage him, Isobel.

Look, Digby.

That must have hurt going in.

Not half as muchas it did coming out!

You're very brave.

No, I'm not.

I just wanted to be promoted.

I'm proud of you, John.

You'll be knightedand given a Viking's funeral.

No! Really, Beau?I... I mean, Admiral?

Kneel.

I dub you Sir John Geste, Knight.

Rise, Sir Knight.Get a ship ready, Captain.

Right, sir.

Sir John Geste.

Wait a minute.

A Viking always has to beburied with a dog at his feet.

There's one on the tablein the study.

I'll go and get it.

Isobel, I thinkthis is awfully silly.

I never speak to common sailors.

John, I...

Sir John!

Sir John, I think you're assilly as the rest of them.

Here it is.

Very good, Captain.

Put it at Sir John's feet,light the fire and cast off.

Yes, sir.

Hats off!

Attention!

Bugler, blow the last post.

Are you crying because you're proud

or because you're wounded?

Because I'm proud!

There, that's what I wantwhen my turn comes.

I'd give anything to have a Viking'sfuneral, with a dog at my feet

and the last post blown for me.

If it weren't too much trouble.

Beau, it isn't too much trouble.

I'll give you onewhenever you like.

Here comes Aunt Patricia.

Wait tillshe hears about John's leg.

Sir John.And you keep your mouth shut.

Children. I want to introduceyou to an old friend of mine.

Captain Henri de Beaujolais.

Henri, this is Michael Geste.

How do you do, sir?

And Digby.

How do you do, sir?

And John, the youngest brother.

How do you do, sir?

And this is Isobel Rivers, my ward.

And Augustus Brandon,Sir Hector's nephew.

How do you do, sir?

Aunt Patricia, John gota bullet in his leg

and Beau took it outwith a penknife!

John!

It's... it's nothing,Aunt Patricia.

It... it didn't even hurt.

Let me see, John.

An excellent job of surgery!

We couldn't do better thanthat in the Foreign Legion.

Which is Beau?

I am, sir.

You have a very steady hand.

Well, I'm very gladto have met you all.

Goodbye.

As soon as I get old enough,

I'm going to jointhe Foreign Legion.

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Me, too.

But of course, we'd haveto leave Aunt Patricia.

That's right.

I suppose we'll have to give it up.

She'll always need some menaround to protect her.

I like your family, Patricia.

Especially the Gestes?

Yes. Why do you ask?Everybody does.

Who are they?Orphans.

Three young gentlemenof fortune that I've adopted.

And Augustus is SirHector's heir, I suppose?

If Sir Hector leaves himanything to inherit.

Has he really managedto go through everything?

Only the sapphire is left.

I'm sorry, Patricia.

I don't mind for myself.It's the children.

I want to raise them andgive them a chance in life.

I'm a little desperate about that.

And I suppose Sir Hectorwill be a little desperate

the next time he comes home?

He has to bedesperate to come home.

Incidentally, before I go,

may I see this fabuloussapphire of Sir Hector's?

I've been hearing about itclear across the world.

Of course.

You know, I read thisin a book somewhere.

Do you mean to tell me in the ForeignLegion they read adventure stories?

This gets better and better.

This is called the Priests' Refuge.

In Oliver Cromwell's time,

the Brandons usedto hide them here.

Takes your breath away.

That's the great-great-grandfather of all sapphires.

It's the one thingSir Hector really loves.

Everything else he has but theestate has been gambled away.

Hasn't it a history?

Isn't it supposed to bringbad luck to its owners?

Bad luck? Do you think you couldever make any Brandon believe

there was bad luckin having 30,000 pounds?

Well, we're notgoing to get out today.

Let's play something in the house.

What could we play, Beau?

We could play King Arthur andhis Knights of the Round Table.

How do you play that?

Well, I'm King Arthur.

First, you put mein this suit of armor...

Aunt Pat wouldn't like that.

I'll take the blameif she finds out.

Digby, you're Sir Lancelot.

John, you're Sir Gawaine.

Isobel is Queen Guinevere.

And, Gussie,you can be Sir Mordred.

Who's Sir Mordred?

He's the knightwho betrayed King Arthur.

I like that.

Digby, John, and Gussie willhave to get swords and helmets.

Now, help me into this suitof armor before you go.

Can you manage?

I... I think so.

We'll be back in a minute, Sire.

Can you breathe all right?

Fairly well.

Go, my people!

That will be all, Burdon.

Ram Singh.

Aunt Pat!

Well, there goes our king.

Thank you, Ram Singh.

Beau, Beau, are you all right?

Yes. Help me out.

What was that man with thetowel on his head doing here?

I don't know.

You were close enoughto hear what he was saying.

I suppose I'll have to tell you.

He was from the Arabs.

He wanted me to fight on theirside against the Foreign Legion.

And... and he askedAunt Pat if I could go.

What did Aunt Pat say?

Well... well, no.

It sounds like a big lieto me, John.

Just a moment, Digby.

Are you doubtingthe word of King Arthur?

Why, no, Sire.

Are you, John?

I didn't say a word, Sire.

Excuse me.

I hope I'm not intruding.

No, Aunt Pat.We were just...

Please go on, Isobel.

May I?

Aren't you a little old forthose childish games, Beau?

Aren't you a little young forthose grown-up cigars, Gussie?

Is he still there?

Yes. Don't makeso much noise.

What's the difference? Heknows we're after him now.

All right.Then let's get to work.

Let's not act hastily.

This requires some preparation.

All we need to dois move the couch.

He'll move fast.We gotta watch out for him.

Well, one of us on each side.

And have him walk outright between us?

I can see you haven't done muchof this sort of thing, Digby.

Now, you move the couchand I'll cover the ground.

The minute he shows his head,I'll be on him like a tiger.

Now look, I flushed him,

I stood watch whileyou armed yourself.

It's up to you to move the couch.

Sorry, old boy,I don't see it your way.

Well, then we'll need a thirdparty to move the couch

while we do the dirty work.

John.

No, he's too busy.We can't disturb him.

What's more important than this?

When you get a little olderyou'll realize. Love.

Love?

You mean he's in love with Isobel?

Horribly. Worst caseI've ever seen.

Well, he has my blessing.

Here he comes!

Cute little fellow, isn't he?

Probably been here for years.

Has a family, too, I suppose.

Well, go ahead, Beau.

After all, it's your room.It must be your mouse.

Digby, we can't go downand face all the others

with blood all overour hands, can we?

No.

Remind me tonight to bring himup some cheese, will you?

Did you have fun?

Think of him behind that couch.

Same form of rodent.

Thank you.

The Gestes are such witty fellows

to themselves.

Ghastly!

If I could only...

Shush!

Don't argue with the heir, Digby.

Thank you.

A telegram.

First one in 5 years.

Who's it for, Burdon?

Her Ladyship, sir.

I wonder if anything'shappened to Sir Hector.

Now, please don't startreciting the will, Gussie,

until we find out definitely.

Telegram, Madam.

Thank you, Burdon.

Sir Hector is well, I trust?

Quite well, Augustus.

And we are going to havea visit from him.

That's splendid.

I don't understand.

He never comes homethis time of year.

Only because he'snever needed money

at this time of the yearbefore, Augustus.

Well, I don't see what more heexpects to get out of the estate.

You forget the Blue Water.

Why, he wouldn't sell the BlueWater, would he, Aunt Pat?

I'm afraid that'swhat he intends doing.

Why, there wouldn't beanything left!

Excuse me.

Aunt Pat,

would you show usthe Blue Water before you go?

We may not getanother chance to see it.

Very well. Burdon.

Yes, Madam?

Will you come to the Priests'Refuge with me, please?

And bring a candle.Yes, Madam.

Well, why are we all so glum?

Selling the Blue Water isn'tthe end of everything, is it?

It is for Gussie.

Poor Aunt Pat.

She probably doesn't mindlosing the Blue Water.

It's having Sir Hectoraround again.

Well, that's a splendid wayto talk about your benefactor.

Where would you beif it weren't for him?

I don't know, Ghastly,but not with you, at any rate.

We couldn't quietly arrangeto dispose of Sir Hector

in some way beforehe gets home, could we?

Nothing gory, of course.

Thank you, Burdon.

It looks like a piece of skythat had become solid,

with sunlight imprisoned in it.

Cold sunlight.

Cold as the unhappinessit has brought so many people.

Well, must have blown a fuse.

Isobel, you're the closest.Try the switch.

So somebody turned them off.

Another Geste joke?

It's... It's gone!

Why... why,it's impossible!

Somebody in this room took it.

Now, don't be any more of an assthan you can help, Ghastly.

There's no one in thisroom but the family. Well?

It seems there's someone here

with a sense of humor all his own.

Your joke, Augustus?

Me? No, Aunt, really.I... I swear it.

You, John?

No, Aunt Pat.

Digby?

Positively not.

Beau?

I didn't take the Blue Water.

Surely not...No, Aunt.

I'm very much afraidsomeone is lying.

Put it back, John.

I said I didn't take it.

Suppose you put it back.Suppose you do.

Whatever the humor of the joke,

it's rather bad tasteto prolong it.

I think we're agreed on that.

Perhaps our humorist wouldn't mind

returning the Blue Waterthe way he got it,

in the darkness.

Turn off the lights, Isobel.

Turn them on, Isobel.

I was trying to catch the thief.So was I.

Whoever took the Blue Waterhas had his chance.

I don't want a scandalin Brandon Abbas.

I will leave the boxon the table until morning.

If the Blue Wateris not back by then,

of course, I shall haveto call the police.

Good night.

Have we a magician here?

Or is Brandon Abbas haunted?

Well, there's Augustus.

What about you?

Please don't quarrel.Somebody's just joking.

You don't joke about 30,000 pounds.

But this is dreadful.

It's got to be a joke.

You go to bed, Isobel.

We know it wasn't you.

Gussie,

I hate to do this,

but it's necessary.

Now, then, n-n-n-now,wait a minute!

Now... now, wait a minute!Wait a minute! I... I...

Wouldn't it be wonderfulif he really did have it?

Be sure and lookin his mouth, Digby.

You know, I'm really very sorry youdidn't have it on you, Ghastly.

I wish I could search you.

I'd wager I'd find the Blue Water.

And if one of you is to blame,then all of you are

because you always stick together.

Well, what's the next step?

We all search each other?

No, if I havea brother who's a thief,

I'd rather not know about it

till he sends memy share of the loot.

Let's go to bed.

Quite an evening.

Yes.

Isobel didn't do it.

No.

Burdon didn't.

No.

Gussie?

You searched him, didn't you?

Well, there's just us left.

Well, I didn't take the thing.

Neither did I.

It'll probably be back in itslittle box in the morning.

Get some sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

What are you doing?

Searching the room.

I thought Gussie might havehidden it somewhere

when the lights were out.

We needn't bother any more.

Read this.

When did you get it?

It was under my doorwhen I woke up this morning.

He must have left it in the night.

Yes.

Where do you think he went?

Where would you go if youwanted to disappear completely

and still have some excitement?

Foreign Legion.

So would Beau.

Pardon me, Mr. John,

but, Mr. Digbyleft me this note

to deliver to youat 9:00, sir.

Thank you, Burdon.Yes, sir.

Isobel,

Beau left a notefor Digby last night

and now Digbyhas left a note for me.

"Dear John:

"It wasn't Beau, but me.

"Love to Isobel,

"a sneer to Gussie,and a command to you.

"Grow up to be a creditto those two criminals,

Beau and Digby."

Why did they run away?

Beau did it to shield Digby and me.

Digby wouldn't let himtake the blame alone.

I should have known what Digbywas going to do last night.

What are you going to do?

Don't you know?

I think at least one of theGestes ought to kiss you goodbye.

I've been in love with youfor a very long time.

I just didn't know how to say it.

Now that I do know, I...

It's too late.

It's not too late.

But I couldn't ask you to wait for me.

Yes, you could.

Goodbye, Isobel.

John.

John, may I ask you a sillyquestion, just once and for all?

I know the answer,

but I want to hear you say it.

All right.

Did you take the Blue Water?

If I'd have stolen anythingfrom Brandon Abbas,

it would have been you.

Section, halt!

Right face!

Attention!

Company, attention!

Present arms!

Dismissed!

Show me your hands.

Turn them over.Higher!

Never have done a day's workin your life, have you?

Yes, sir.

I'll manicure thosebefore we're through.

You'll do to carry water.

You're not big enoughto be a soldier.

You think I'm big enoughto be a soldier, Sarge?

Shut up!

Well.

A countryman of mine.

So you decided tore-enlist, Rasinoff?

Yes, Sergeant.

You must be as big a foolas you are a thief.

Discipline makesthe strength of armies.

It is necessary that superiorsobtain from their subordinates

immediate obediencewithout murmuring.

Discipline will be firm,but it will also be fatherly.

Officers must use psychologyin dealing with men.

Any questionsabout the regulations?

I am Sgt. Markoff.

I make soldiersout of scum like you

and I don't do it gently.

You're the sloppiest lookinglot I've ever seen.

It's up to me to prevent you

from becoming a disgraceto the Regiment.

And I will prevent that

if I have to killhalf of you with work.

But the half that liveswill be soldiers.

I promise you.

Corporal, take themto the barracks.

Yes, Sergeant.

Left face!

Follow me!

Forward march!

Markoff!

I just witnessed that littleexhibition of yours, Markoff.

I don't like it!

You have to be strictwith scum like that, sir.

They're men!They have their rights,

guaranteed with the regulations.

I'll keep withinthe regulations, sir.

You're a good soldier, Markoff,

but I doubt if you'rea good sergeant.

If you're not, you won'tlast long in the Legion.

Watch your step,

or I'll break you.

That's all.

Is this Markoff gonna beour sergeant from now on?

Yes.He's a madman.

He was expelled from the Siberianpenal colonies for cruelty.

Then he entered the Legionand rose from the ranks.

Enter the third robber.

Beau! Dig!

How are you?

I'm glad to see you.You confounded nuisance!

You wouldn't do anything original

like staying at home, would you?

Not without my olderbrothers to take care of me.

Why couldn't you join the RoyalNorthwest Mounted Police?

We just ran out so we wouldn'thave you on our hands anymore.

You mean you ran out on me andleft me to face the police.

Well, have it your own way.

We're stuck with youfor five years now.

Say, how's everybody at home?

Well, but not happy.

That's too bad.

Say, wouldn't it be horribleif Ghastly Gussie

should suddenly appear here, too?

Horrible!

Well, the Three Musketeers.

One for all, and all for nothing.

Excuse me, two of my friends,

Mr. McMonigaland Mr. Miller.

My brothers, Beau and Digby.

How do you do?Glad to meet you.

And... andI am Rasinoff.

He was Rasinoff! You know,he hasn't been the same

since he found out yourbrother could buy a drink.

Well, I guess this callsfor a drink on me.

Will you join us?

Don't be foolish!

May... may Iaccompany you?

If you insist.

Well, I insist.

" For France beneath Sahara's sky"

" For France, no matter whether"

" we live or we die"

" Noble birth"

" Or beggars of the earth"

" Men of disgrace and of glory"

" Low or great,we share an equal fate"

" No Legionnaire tells his story"

" For France "

Sounds worse than a battle.

And they fight it every night.

Wait till Hank joins in.

It'll sound like a massacre.

Aw, you just give me a coupleof nights to get tuned up.

Listen, Beau.

We can't talk in here.

Talk?

We can't even sleep.

Then let's take our blanketsand sleep outside.

Think we'll get picked upby the guard?

Let's humor the child.

This is no place forhigh-class jewel thieves.

Good night, gentlemen.

Say.

Ain't you gonna stayfor the concert?

Listen,

we've got to drawthe line someplace

and you ain't gonnasleep next to us.

Did you hear what theone called John said?

Who?

Get that man out of our boudoir.

They're jewel thieves!

Well, what'd you expect tomeet in the Legion, bankers?

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, isn't anybodygoing to say a word?

You young pup, we're both sodisgusted with you we're speechless.

I'm no worse than either of you.

There's somethingin what he says, Beau.

I insist I'm worse than he is,

he didn't steal the Blue Water.

Neither did you.

No, as a matter of fact,

I've got it.

I'll be frank with you, gentlemen.

I've got it.

I intend to sell it for 30,000pounds sometime in the future

and live a life of ease in Paris,

surrounded by whiskey,ladies and laughter.

Well, that's funny.

I'm going to sell itand go to Paris, too.

Only I don't want any laughter.

One thing I counted on was my youngerbrother leading an upright life

while I spent myill-gotten gains.

Yes, I was counting on him, too.

If you don't mind my saying so,

the great sapphireis in my possession.

And as soon as I canarrange to sell it,

I'm going to the South Seas,

buy a plantationand start trading in copra.

He puts us both to shame,doesn't he, Beau?

Let's put him to deathand keep his share.

All right.

We'll have to find it first.

Let's wait till the morning.

I don't like searchingpeople in the dark.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

What the...

Thief!

I... I... I lost my way. I... Iwas going for a drink.

Liar, you were trying to rob him.

No, I didn't knowwhere I was going.

I was walking in my sleep.

You were trying to rob him, Iknow you from before, Rasinoff!

No, I... I... I... I wasn't!

Thief!

Quiet!On the table with him!

He's had enough!Get out of here!

Take it easy, Beau,there's too many of them.

The guards.

You didn't wait very longto start your old tricks,

But Sergeant, they had... Silence!

An accident.

Yes, Sergeant.

Go to the washstandand bathe your hands.

Yes, Sergeant.

Save your first-aid treatmentsfor yourselves after this.

You'll need 'em.I promise you!

Who were you trying to rob?

The one named Beau.

Of what?

He has money.

You lie.

You wouldn't take thatrisk for a little money.

Well,

he has a jewel.

Tell me the truth.

It is the truth, I swear it.

They have a great jewel, worth30,000 pounds that they stole.

They?The other two.

They are brothers,

and they're waitingfor a chance to sell it.

But he is the leader.

He carries it.

I've watched him.

What about the two Americans?

Well.

They are just friends.

Make sure you'retelling me the truth.

I am.

I am!

You know,

I think I can help youget that jewel.

Why...

Why, that's what I hoped.

I'm sure you did.

In a week we go to relieve thegarrison at Fort Zinderneuf.

It can be arranged there.

But there are three of them,and... and the two friends.

Some of the companygo to Fort Tokotu

for mounted infantry training.

It can be arranged.

And if there's no jewel,

you'll get a wooden jewel box.

I promise you.

But... but he has it.

I'm sure of it.

Go back to the barracks.

Today marks the endof your training.

You are now soldiers,

in the service of France.

We are here on the desert

as guardiansof 20 millions of natives.

They look to us

for the protection and justice

that is the traditionof the Foreign Legion.

Yours is a high duty,

and a hard one.

The odds are great.

It is our allegiance to France

and our debt to civilization

to uphold that tradition.

Some of you are assignedwith me to Fort Zinderneuf.

Another detachmentwill go to Fort Tokotu

for further trainingin the mounted company.

Select your menfor Tokotu, Sergeant.

McMonigal, 3 steps forward.

Miller!

Benoff!

Personne!

Andre!

Diggs!

Costaud!

Baker!

Noyaki!

Lacoste!

Brun!

Schmidt!

Vandenecker!

Laumange!

Ruclous!

Dirla!

Aloof!

Corporal Golas,

take charge of the detachment.

Tokotu party,

fall in!

Right shoulder arms!

Right face!

Forward march!

Present arms!

Present arms!

Center dress!

Front!

Count off!

Three.

Four.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Right shoulder arms!

Detail in order, sir.

Right by fours, right!

Forward march!

Present arms!

Present arms!

Right shoulder arms!

Look where you're going. I'm sorry.

Do that again, blubber-face,and I'll brain you.

He'll be gibbering likeKrenke in a little while.

We all will.

I wouldn't mind if it wouldannoy Markoff.

Come on, bring on that coffee!

Coffee!

Let's try to get Krenketo drink a little.

So this is the cafard!

Did the Captainback in Paris tell you

about his red, whiteand blue skull?

Yes.

He was lucky.

Can't we do something for him?

We can help him to die, that's all.

How's Lt. Martin?

Worse.

I haven't prayed in a long time,but I'm going to pray for him.

You'd better!

Think of Markoff in command!

I wonder where Renault andRenouf are this morning?

Dead, with theirmouths full of sand.

It's no use to desert.

What's the difference

whether you get death insidethe walls or out?

There's a chance inside.

Not if the Lieutenant dies.

You don't have to be the pigs.

You can be the butcher.

And then what?

Morocco, all of us.

We leave that pigMarkoff well stuck.

And you'd be well stuck beforeyou ever got to Morocco.

The Arabs would never dareattack so large a group.

No, but the French Army would.

Do you know what I thinkof the French Army?

After we kill Markoff and you,

I'm gonna tear off this uniform...

Cut it out.

What's going on in here?

Schwartz was tryingto eat too fast again.

Everybody out on the parade ground.

Renault and Renouf are back!

Any orders this morning, sir?

No, you take over, Markoff.

The scouts brought backour two deserters, sir.

Lock them up.

We'll send them to Tokotu forcourt martial in a few days.

The men need a lesson, Lieutenant.

Locking them up won't... Who'sin command of this fort?

You are, sir.

Don't make the mistakeof forgetting that

or you'll join the desertersin the cell.

That's all.

Yes, sir.

Attention!

Stand aside!

Where are they?

They're outside, sir.

Bring them in.

Bring them in!

Attention!

So you decided to come back to us?

Yes, Sergeant.

After the desert, Zinderneufdoesn't seem so bad?

No, Sergeant.

Speak up!

No, Sergeant.

The punishment for desertionis death by the firing squad.

But I'm going to be merciful.

You can escape again.

No!

You mean you want to stayhere and be executed?

W-water! Water!

On your feet!

I insist that you escape.

No... no, let us stay!Yeah, give us a...

Get out!

Out!

Drive them outwhere you found them.

Keep them away from the oasis.

I'm glad Digby isn't here.

I wish you weren't.

Any more of you want to desert?

If you do, you can go now.

I won't stop you.

Later you may wishyou had taken my offer.

I promise you.

Rasinoff!

You can close the gates now.

How do you feel tonight,Lieutenant?

I'm dying.

I hope not, sir.

I'm going to die

and be buried under the sandand forgotten.

When I was a little boy,

I thought soldiersalways died in battles.

I didn't know there wereso many soldiers

and so few battles

and so many fevers.

Get word to Beaujolais at Tokotu.

Have him send another officer.

You'll be in command until then.

Yes, sir.

The men must be led,

not driven.

Remember,

you'll answer to the manwho takes my place.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant!Have you...

Attention!

Lt. Martin is dead.

I am now in command.

From this moment on,

discipline at Fort Zinderneufwill be severe.

I promise you!

Don't tell me he tookyour appetites away.

He'll take more thanthat away before long.

Glock, go to the door,warn us if anyone comes.

Markoff has been asking for it,

and now he's going to get it.

Can't you see a mutinyis what Markoff wants?

If he puts it down,he'll be a hero.

And you're the one who wouldhelp him put it down, Maris.

Let him hang himself.

Lt. Martin's deathgives him enough rope.

When his superior officerslearn what he's already done,

he'll go to prison for life!

Listen to our littleSergeant-lover.

Our troubles are all over

if we bring Markoff a bunchof posies every morning.

You don't want to stay here anddie like rats in a trap, do you?

No!

And let that madman squeezeevery drop of blood out of you

and drive you out on the desert likehe did Renouf and Renault, do you?

No!

We're 50 against one. Howlong are you going to keep on

licking the boots that kick you?

Those stripes on his sleevewon't stop a rifle bullet.

- Let's get him now!- I'm with you!

You fools!

Don't listen to him!He'll never get away with it!

50 against 2!

50 against the legion!

Shut up, you yellow liver!

Wait a minute.

I don't know much about mutinies,

but I do know it isn't good form

to plan them at the topof your voice.

Where do you stand?

Well, I don't like Markoff,but also I don't like you.

50 against 3!

Make it 4.

Who else?

These 3 won't bother us.

Rasinoff?

He's with Markoff,and he goes with Markoff.

After you kill Markoff, what?

We'll get out of this hole,and we go to Morocco.

Markoff has two Arab scouts outside.The minute they see anything's wrong,

they'll ride to Tokotu for help.

We'll have too much of a start.

Not for the camel corps.

Talk, talk, talk!Let's decide!

You're right.

All those with me, on your feet!

I give you one more chanceto change your mind.

Schwartz,

there'll be a flag flyingout there in the morning

that I swore to uphold.

Armies of good menhave died for it, gladly.

It's a battle flagand it's a flag of victory.

I'm rather proud to be under it.

And I wouldn't want to go outin the morning like you

and know that I was goingto be a traitor to it.

We have a patriot!

He wouldn't be so patrioticif he had a slit in his belly.

Would you like to tryputting one there?

I will!Wait!

If Markoff hears, he'll sendhis scouts to Tokotu!

We'll get him right now!

No, we can't march at night.Wait until morning.

Voisin's right, get back!

We'll get himin the morning on parade.

The man nearest Markoff shoots him.

The next one shootsRasinoff, then these three.

That's right.

Suppose one of them sneaksout and warns Markoff?

I'll warn the guards, if anybodysticks his head out they'll shoot.

You're full of plans.Let's get 'em right now.

Shut up, Renoir!Go ahead, Voisin!

Nobody leaves this room!

What can we do?

Outside of prayer,I can't think of a thing.

You're the older brother,it's up to you.

When the shooting starts, we just shootat everybody, it makes it simpler.

Who?

Voisin!

Well?

They mutiny in the morning,on parade.

All of them?

The English brothersand Maris are faithful.

I'm supposed to warn the guards.

Never mind the guards.

Go on back and go to sleep.

I'll pay youa quiet little call later.

Glock will be on the door.

Now, but not later.

Are they with us?To a man.

You'd better take him out.

Nobody leaves this room,not even Krenke.

Put your clothes on.

Leave your boots off.

We're going to put downan attempted mutiny.

We'll disarm the sentries first.

Before this is over,we'll have the jewel.

Come on.

Get up. Quietly.

One sound out of youand it'll be your last.

Wake Maris, Voisin,and the brothers.

Rasinoff, stay here.

Shoot anyone that moves.

The rest of you gather up therifles and bring them out.

And don't drop any of them!

Maris, Voisin, go backand get the rest of them.

There's another little matterI almost forgot.

The jewel you stole.

I want it.

I have no jewel.

I know you have.

I haven't.

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

I advise you to change your mind.

Otherwise, when this is over, I mayhave to shoot you to make sure.

I understand, Sergeant.

You mean you'd rather not handit over now and save your life?

No, Sergeant.

That's very unfortunate, for you.

Arm yourselves.

Open fire on themif they attempt to rush us.

Attention!

The attempt at mutinyis over, my children.

You bungled it so muchit wasn't really a mutiny.

But you'll be punishedas though it were.

Maris, Rasinoff. You two,cover them in the yard!

Anyone that makes a false movewon't have to stand trial.

By twos, fall in!

Forward march!

Pig!

You're the pig!

Column left.

Section halt!

Close in!

Left face!

And now, you scum, it's my turn.

I'm going to give you a lesson inputting down an attempted mutiny

that'll be the last thingyou'll ever see.

Maybe this'll make you die happy.

Markoff thanks you.

When he's an officerand has the Legion of Honor,

he'll think oftenof the stupid, blundering pigs

that put him where he is.

Smith, Jones, fall in here.

Schwartz, Renoir,line up, backs to the gate.

Now, my children,

you're going to see the regulationscarried out to the letter.

The punishment for mutiny is death.

Silence!

You two, about face.

These 2 pigs deserve to be first.

And the honor of killing them

belongs to the two mostloyal men in the fort.

Ready! Aim!

Do you hear me?

Very plainly!

Then do your duty!

It's not our dutyto shoot down unarmed men.

Maybe you'd rather be on the otherside, ahead of Schwartz and Renoir?

I'll give you one more chance.Ready! Aim!

You refuse to obey your superior?

I don't think you'll shoot,Markoff.

You haven't enough menbehind you now.

You forget I wanted an excuse.

Here's your excuse.

Very well.

You each get three in the belly.

Keep them covered.

Touaregs coming, a great harka.We were surprised!

Get through to Fort Tokotu andtell them we must have help!

It will be done.

Prepare for action.The Arabs.

Bugler, sound the alarm!

Pass out the arms and ammunition.

Get your rifles.

Take your posts. Maris,Voisin, Rasinoff. Follow me.

Here.Thanks.

Those beautiful Touaregs.

Didn't I tell you not to worry?

I suppose you had thisall worked out.

Everything but having to fightin our underwear,

and I apologize for that.

Keep it up, you scum!Keep shooting!

You'll get a chance yetto die with your boots on!

Bugler!Run up the colors!

Now we've got somethingto fight under!

Rapid fire, you scum!Rapid fire!

Bugler, sound cease firing!

Anybody hit?

No, Sergeant.

They'll get downto sharp-shooting later.

Schwartz. Voisin.More ammunition.

Maris. Renoir.

Coffee and bread for everybody.

Rasinoff.

Take half the men below.Get them properly dressed.

Then the other half,if there's no attack.

Fall out. Go below.

Fall out. Go below.

Fall out. Go below.

At least the indecent partof this fight is nearly over.

Fall out. Go below.Fall out. Go below.

Maybe the Arabs willsave me the trouble.

You're in this, too, Sergeant.

Silence!

Three hourssince their first attack.

Maybe they aredigging in, Sergeant.

When they return, it'llbe slowly and taking aim.

Schwartz.

Yes, Sergeant.

Get up in the tower.

Watch the palm trees in the oasis.

They can shootdown on us from there.

Maybe you can seethe route to Morocco

before they get you.

That's the place for our mutineers.

Up on a roost like pigeons.

If I could only affordto waste them all.

Why don't they come?

Here they come!

Bugler, sound the alarm!

Turn from your place again,and I'll blow your head off.

Bugler, sound cease firing!

Everybody does his duty atZinderneuf, dead or alive.

We'll make those Arabs thinkwe've got a thousand men.

The rest of the bullets you stop

won't hurt as muchas that first one.

That settles the big pig.

Would you like to take theposition of honor next, Rasinoff?

No, Sergeant.No?

No.

Voisin.

Up in the tower.

I'm rewarding youfor betraying your friends.

You can see them allfrom the tower.

On the double.

All right?

All right.

Here they come!

Stand to! Rapid fire!Rapid fire!

They've had enough again.Give it to them!

Rapid fire! Rapid fire!

Bugler, sound cease firing!

Charming fellow, our Sergeant.

A trifle uncouth, but thebest soldier we'll ever see.

Rasinoff, how many left?

12, Sergeant.

You'll all be with theseothers in a little while.

You'll do your duty betterdead than you ever did alive.

Take 10 minutes belowfor food and rest.

Two men at a time.Smith. Jones. Go first.

If you hear the bugle, comeback on the double. Quick.

Rasinoff.

Go up in the tower.

No!

No, no, Sergeant, please.

Up in the tower and dream aboutthe jewel in the moonlight.

March!

Now you can see.

Tired?

A little.

Looks rather bad, doesn't it?

Rather.

Do you mind?

A little.

Isobel?

Yes.

I'm sorry, John.

Let's not go into that, Beau.

Nobody asked me to come here.

I remember what Ghastly Gussiesaid one time:

"The Gestesalways stick together."

Digby's probablyon his way here now.

He'd better be.

John.

Somebody always gets outof these things.

It might be you.

The Gestes always stick together.

Well, if they shouldn't,would you do me a favor?

Of course.

Thanks.

In my coat are two lettersand a packet.

One letter and the packetgoes to Aunt Pat.

The other letterstays here with me.

All right.

Could I do you a favor,

if, things happen to bethe other way around?

Just tell Isobel that...

Just tell her something.

Older brothertakes care of everything.

I promise you.

Let's get some rest, John.

Yeah, all right.

No attack since dawn.

That's a long time for them.

Are they still there, Rasinoff?

Yes, Sergeant, but they're...They're moving around a lot.

That means the holy men arearguing for one more attack.

They've lost their stomach for it.

The next attackwill be the last one.

No sign of any relief from Tokotu.

Well, we'll show them we're notonly awake, but merry and bright.

Bugler.

Yes, Sergeant.

Blow every callthey ever taught you!

Now, my children,

I want some happy laughter.Lots of it.

Seven is going to sound like 70.

Laugh, Renoir!

Maris, pick it up!

Bugler!

Jones.

Smith.

Rasinoff,what's the matter with you?

Me?Yes, you!

Laugh, you human jackal!

Run from embrasureto embrasure and fire!

We'll make them thinkwe're still fully manned.

Bugler, sound the alarm!

Beau.

Keep firing,or I'll blow your back out!

March!

Cease firing!

They won't come back again.

They've had enough of Zinderneuf.

But just in case.

Leave my brother's body alone.

Go below and bring mesome bread and wine.

If you touch him, I'll kill you.

Do as I tell you.I'm still in command here.

Look.

Look at them.

They come when I want them.

They go when I don'tneed them anymore.

They're beaten.

But they've put downa mutiny for me.

They've given methe Legion of Honor,

and they've made me an officer.

So he had no jewel?

I told you to leavemy brother's body alone.

This is all I wanted.

I'm a rich man now,thanks to you and that...

Good. Armed attack on a superiorin the face of the enemy.

I court martial you myself.

I find you guiltyand I sentence you to death.

You get six in the belly.

Listen to me.

I haven't got much breath.

Leave the public letterin Markoff's hand.

Take the packetand the other letter home

to Aunt Pat.

Yes, Beau.

Go to Egypt.

Promise?

I promise.

Tell Digby I was sorryI couldn't wait for him.

Lovely sound,

but a little late.

John.

John!

John!

Bugler.

Bugler.

Bugler, answer me!

Bugler.

Bugler!

Halt!

I'm glad to see you, sir.

Thanks. Come here.

There's not a soul alivein the place.

No sign of an enemy?

No, sir.

But they're dead.

Yes, sir.

Where's the bugler?

Look for him if you want to.I have.

No, thanks, sir.

Touaregs.

Fall back on the oasis.

Cease firing.

Cease firing!

John.

Dig!

Dig, Beau's dead.

I know.

I was there.

Someday, John, we'll beable to talk about him.

Not now.

Look. What's that?

That?

That's a Viking's funeral.

I knew you wouldn't forget.

He wouldn't have,if it had been me.

Well, what do we do now?

I've been playing Arab, butthey're over their surprise now.

We've got to get out of here.

Where?Egypt.

Dig.

Did he have a dog at his feet?

Markoff.

That burning fort makes apretty sight, don't it?

Not if our friends arein there being roasted

instead of hiding out herein the sand hills

like I think they are!

Friends!You mean Beau! Digby! John!

Hank! Hank! Buddy!

I knew we'd find you

if we rode aroundand talked loud enough.

We wouldn't haveany more company, would we?

He's in the fort.

God rest his soul.Come on.

How many would you say?

40 or 50.

Look at that water.

Well, let's start shooting.

No, wait a minute.

I'll go up thereand start blowing the bugle.

You three open fire from here.

I'll wave as if therewere men behind me.

They'll think they're beingattacked by the whole legion.

We hope.

Don't shoot until Igive you the signal.

Good luck, Dig.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Dig!

Mr. John.

Hello, Burdon.

I beg your pardon, sir,but I was so glad to see you.

I'd have been insultedif you hadn't.

How is Miss Isobel?

In splendid health, sir.

Unmarried, of course?Of course, sir.

Well, may I seeLady Brandon at once?

Yes, sir. I'll call her.

Pardon me, sir, but, how are Mr.Beau and Mr. Digby?

They're both dead.

John.Isobel.

John.

You're alone, John?

Yes.

Beau asked me to bring you these.

"My dear Aunt Pat.

"I was insidethe suit of armor in the hall

"the day you sold the BlueWater to the Maharajah's agent

"and received an imitationto take its place.

"When the wirefrom Sir Hector came,

"I thoughtI'd repay your devotion to us

"by giving Brandon Abbasits first robbery.

"So the lights went out,and so did Beau.

Lovingly, Beau Geste."

Beau Geste.

Gallant gesture.

We didn't name him wrongly, did we?