All language subtitles for Beau Geste 3

The days of childhood
are over, Johnny.

You must grow up
and face the truth.

There are spots on
the sun, you know.

And sometimes a hero
turns out to have feet of clay.

Hello.

Burdon said you
were looking for me.

I thought we might go
for a walk before lunch.

Unless you'd rather not.

If you like.

Will you excuse us, John?

Of course. I'll take
the gun back for you.

Thank you.

Take yourself back.

Have a nap before lunch.

Bye, John.

Hi, hog, wake up! Wake up!

Latest edition.

Beau's gone, left this letter.

Beau's vanished.

Disappeared.

He's done a bunk.

My dear Dig,

by the time you read this I shall be
well on my way to where I'm going.

Will you please tell Aunt

that there's no further need to
chivvy any of you about the Blue Water.

If the police come,

tell them you knew I
was in sore straights

(or is it crookeds?) for money.

But this is my first offense

and I must have been led
astray by bad companions

(you and John, of course).

Give my love to John,

tell him to keep out of trouble.

If I send you an address later

it will be in absolute confidence

relying on your utterly refusing to give
it to anybody for any reason whatsoever.

I do hope things will settle down
quickly now that the criminal's known.

Sad, sad, sad.

Give my love to Claudia.

Ever thine, Michael.

It can't be true. It's impossible.
Of course it is, fat-head.

He's just taking the blame,
shielding his little brother.

Oh, it's you.
No.

Me?
Quite the little mathematician.

I didn't do it.
Nor did I.

Oh, I think I'm going potty.
I've gone.

Where are you going?

Take a look in Beau's
room, maybe he left a clue.

Dig.

Do you really think
Beau suspects you or me?

Not really.
He must know we didn't do it.

Gussie then?
Wouldn't have the nerve.

Claudia?
No.

Isobel.
Of course, not.

Who then?

Well if Beau didn't do it, all
he knows is that one of us did.

Did you speak to Aunt Patricia?

No, she's keeping to her room.

Claudia.

Are you afraid she suspects you?

Why should she?

No reason.

Then why say it?

You seem a little on edge.

Has Beau been in here?
No.

Come to think of it, I haven't
seen Beau since lunch.

My dear John,

after much mental wrestling
in which I lost a trouser button,

I have come to the conclusion
that I can no longer deceive you all,

and let the innocent
suffer for my guilty sin.

No one knows the
shame I feel, not even me.

Michael's noble and beautiful action in
taking the blame for me has wrung my heart.

What he should have
done was wring my neck.

When you find yourself in a witness box,

tell the beak that you have always
known me to be weak but not vicious

and that my downfall has been due to

drinking rough cider and going
in for newspaper competitions.

Don't forget to play up and make
people realize that I am the thief

or suspicion will still
rest on the poor girls.

Digby!

Bad form I call it.

Two of them going off like this,

after what Aunt said
about sticking to the house.

Shocking bad form.

You are an authority
on good form, of course.

You ask me, they didn't relish the
prospect of being visited by the police.

Ah, John, you're still with us.

Just shut up, Gussy.

Or you won't be for much longer.

Where has Beau gone?
And Digby?

I don't know.
Really and truly?

Claudia. I honestly
haven't the faintest idea.

I wish they'd come back.

Oh, I can't bear with this.

Johnny?
Hmm?

Johnny, do you mind
if I ask you a question.

It's a silly one and I already know the
answer but I just want to hear you say it.

Ask away.

You won't be angry with me?

Have I ever been angry with you?

Could I be?

Did you take the Blue Water?

No, I didn't.

Oh, Johnny.

Isobel.
Oh, Johnny, Johnny.

What is it?

Can't you see? I love you.

What about Digby?

Of course I'm fond
of Digby but I love you.

You're my life.

I've loved everything you've
said or done since I was a baby.

Anyway now you've told me
you didn't take it, I know you didn't.

What makes you think I took it?

I didn't think so really, but,

when I saw you going downstairs…
You saw me.

I woke in the night and I heard something.
I came and looked over the banister.

I was going to see if the
wretched thing had come back.

Oh, I have been so miserable.

Still, I don't care now.

Nothing on earth matters
as long as you love me.

You do love me, don't you, John?

Of course, I love you,
I've always loved you.

And I always shall.

Are you sure?

Are you really sure?

Nothing can ever change my love
for you. You must never forget that.

Don't doubt it for a single moment.

No matter what happens to me

or where I may be.

So now John's absconded as well?

Don't understand Aunt's
delay in calling in the police.

If she'd done it right away the
rotters would be behind bars now.

Oh I really have heard quite enough.

Would you please mind shutting up?

I always knew those three
would come to a bad end.

Oh, stop it, Gussy. You
really are a pain in the neck.

I'm not surprised you're annoyed, Claudia.

Your blue-eyed Michael has turned
out to be not quite so beau after all.

Common thief, in fact. Your
precious Gestes are all thieves.

That isn't true.

Poor Claudia, you've been let down
very badly, haven't you?

There's no fear of you
letting anyone down.

Nobody expects anything from you.

Perhaps, if you gave
your whole life to it,

you might possibly one day
be fit to clean Beau's boots

or John's or Digby's.

He's right about one thing though.

I have been let down.

You can't say that.

We don't know why
they've gone away.

I do. Michael stole
the Blue Water.

He told you?

No, he didn't, but he
took it all the same.

He wouldn't have gone
away for any other treason.

I suppose I should be glad I learned
the truth about him before it was too late.

I thought you loved Beau.

Haven't you any faith in him?

There is one consolation.

Aunt may not feel like
calling the police in,

but Uncle Hector will
as soon as he arrives.

They won't get far once
Scotland Yard's on their tails.

Wonder where they have gone?

What is your business?

I wish to join the Foreign Legion.

Eh bien, doubtless Monsieur will
have much innocent amusement

at the expense of the
Sergeant-Major there too, hmm?

Monsieur is only a Sergeant-Major?

Yes. I am a Sergeant-Major.

And let me tell you: It is the most
important rank in the French army.

You will wait over there.

Idiot.

Buongiorno.

Hello.

Oh, you're English?

Yes.

Francesco Boldini.

John Smith.

An English Smith.

You are not the first of
the family to join the Legion.

Are you joining the Legion?
Rejoining.

You must know a lot about it.

There is nothing about the
Legion I do not know, Monsieur.

Suppose a friend of mine
joined a day or two ago.

Where would it be now do you think?

Oran now, Sidi-bel-Abbes or Saide
tomorrow or the day after.

Thank you.
Buon, happy to help.

This…this friend of yours, is he…
Friends.

There are two of them
as a matter of fact.

Oh, three English swells joining
the Legion at the same time.

That doesn't happen every day, Monsieur.
Monsieur. Boldini.

In there, remove all clothing,
put on the gown and wait.

Yes, Chef.

Here, Monsieur, the Colonel
will see you. This way.

So, you too wish to enlist in
our Foreign Legion, do you?

Yes.

Has England started an export
trade of the best of her young men?

I don't see many Englishmen
from from one year's end to the next,

but you are the third this week!

Were the other two anything like me, sir?

There is a resemblance I believe.

You are related?

But I will ask no indiscreet questions.

So you wish to become a soldier of France?

If France will have me, mon Colonel?

You understand what you are doing?

Yes, I think so.

The life is a very hard one.

I would urge no one to adopt
it unless you are born soldier

and desirous of a life of discipline,

adventure, and hardship.

I would still like to join, sir.

I've heard something of life in the
Sahara from an officer in the Spahis.

But you will not be an
officer of the Spahis,

nor of the Legion either.

Except after long years in the ranks
and as a non-commissioned officer.

One realizes must start at the bottom, sir.

Very well.

The engagement volontaire for the
Foreign Legion is for five years' service

in Algiers or any other French colony.

And the pay is one sou a day.

A legionnaire can reenlist
at the end of five years

and again at the end of 10 years.

He is eligible for a pension
varying according to his rank.

The foreigner, on conclusion
of five-years' service,

can claim to be naturalized
as a French subject.

You understand all that?

Yes, thank you, mon Colonel.

Mind, I say nothing of the number of
men who survive to claim the pension.

I'm not thinking of the pension, sir.

Just the military experience.

Ah, there is...
plenty of that.

Le Legion is a
real ecole militaire

and one that offers a good soldier
considerable opportunities for

distinction, glory, decoration.

Then please accept me as a recruit, sir.

We will see first what the
doctor has to say about you.

But there is little doubt
about that I should think.

What is your name?
John Smith.

Age?
21 years.

Nationality? English?

Yes.

Very well, if you pass the
doctor, I shall see you again.

Monsieur.

The doctor awaits you, monsieur.

You all right?
Fighting fit, sir.

You have the paper?

Fit for service, Chef.

Trouble again, Boldini?

To you the Legion is just a hideout,

somewhere the police
can't get at you. Hmm?

That is not true, Chef.

Just keep your nose clean when
you wear the uniform of France,

hurry up and get dressed.
Yes, Chef.

Well, you are accepted.

Can I enlist at once, sir?

I think perhaps you should
go away and sleep on it.

Come back tomorrow, and if you are
still of the same mind I will enroll you.

Already given it very deep thought, sir
and my mind is quite definitely made up.

You realize this is a very
serious step you take?

Yes, I do, sir.

Until you sign your name
on the enlistment form

you're absolutely free and have
committed yourself in no way whatsoever.

Consider that.

I would prefer to enlist
now, mon Colonel.

Very well.

Read this form carefully
and then sign it.

You may sit.
Thank you.

Bear in mind,

as soon as you
have signed that form,

you are a soldier of
France, under martial law,

without any appeal whatever.

Your friends cannot buy you out,

your Consul cannot
help you for five years.

Nothing but death can
release you from the Legion.

A little error.

Or do you prefer this
nom de guerre, Geste?

No, sir, I've changed my
mind. I'll use my own name,

Smith.

Very well, John Smith.

You are now a duly
enlisted soldier of France.

You will report to Fort
Saint-Jean in Marseille.

The Sergeant-Major will
give you your travel orders.

Thank you, mon Colonel.

Is there anything
further I can tell you?

Do you always advise
applicants to think better of it, sir?

It is not for me to deter people
from joining the Foreign Legion.

But some strike me as better
suited to the life than others.

I wish you quick promotion.
Au revoir, mon enfant.

Thank you.

And good luck.

Quickly. Move to the left. Left turn.

Quick march, left wheel.

Pardon, Monsieur.

Recruit for the Legion. Poor devil.

Welcome to Marseille.
Oh, Boldini.

What happened to you, then, you're late!
I got lost.

Oh! We're in block C.
Come. I know this place,

I'll take you there.

Where are we kitted out?
What?

Uniform, rifle, when
do we get them?

Oh, in Algeria, where
you're to recruit-train.

I will do it also, of course,
but I know it already.

We must stick
together, you and I,

and we're, I think,
birds of a feather, no?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Listen, my young English friend.

For you, this life is new and strange.

But not for me. I
know all the ropes,

can put you up to everything.

Get you in right with the corporals.

Trust me, friend.

I, Boldini, will be
your guardian angel.

What I know
and who I know

can be of great help
to you, my friend.

But a man
has to live.

I get your meaning, Boldini.

Good. We understand
each other. Come.