Beau Geste

Halt!

Where are all your Touaregs and the

battle, murder, and sudden death?

You know the Arabs always

carry off their own dead, Major.

Wake them up in there!

Yes, sir.

The lookout tower

is empty.

The place is probably bulging

with 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

relief column from Fort Tokotu.

Call your officer and tell...

Give me your rope.

I'm going over the wall.

Attack if you don't hear

from 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 wall

and 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 if

you'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 man

who died peacefully.

Beside him is a sergeant

with a French bayonet

through his heart.

Where, sir?

Never mind.

I have several questions

I'd like to ask, sir.

I have a few myself.

We'll camp

in the oasis tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll get

to the bottom of this

if I have to take a trip

to the next world.

Touaregs!

Fall back

on the oasis.

Break ranks

and fall back to the oasis!

Dufour, I want 2 men to go back

to Fort Tokotu for reinforcements.

Right, sir.

We'll go, sir.

Good.

Now, one of you

must get through.

Split up when you get

in the desert.

Have Lt. St. Andre bring his

mounted Senegalese 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 gonna

make a report about this?

If I say exactly

what's happened,

they'll say I'm mad

at Headquarters.

I think this

is a silly game!

For that remark,

Ghastly Gussie,

you are reduced from captain

to a common seaman!

How much longer do I have to

be a common seaman, Admiral?

Well, it takes time

to work up.

You know, Digby,

John's a good worker

for a common seaman.

It, uh, it wouldn't be a

good idea 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 examine

the wound.

Do you... Do you want

to bite on a bullet?

That's what they

always do in books.

Will... will I get

promoted if I do?

If you don't shout.

l... I won't shout.

I'm ready,

Captain.

Sit on him.

Yes, sir.

Wait till Aunt Patricia

hears about this.

There it is.

Bandage him, Isobel.

Look, Digby.

Oh, that must

have hurt going in.

Not half as much

as it did coming out!

You're very brave.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I just wanted

to be promoted.

I'm proud of you, John.

You'll be knighted

and given a Viking's funeral.

No! Really, Beau?

l... I mean, Admiral?

Kneel.

Ooh.

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 be

buried with a dog at his feet.

There's one on the table

in the study.

I'll go and get it.

Isobel, I think

this is awfully silly.

I never speak

to common sailors.

John, l...

Sir John!

Sir John, I think you're as

silly as the rest of them.

Here it is.

Ah. 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 want

when my turn comes.

I'd give anything to have a Viking's

funeral, 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 one

whenever you like.

Here comes Aunt Patricia.

Wait till

she hears about John's leg.

Sir John.

And you keep your mouth shut.

Children. I want to introduce

you 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 got

a bullet in his leg

and Beau took it out

with a penknife!

Oh, 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 than

that in the Foreign Legion.

Which is Beau?

Oh, I am, sir.

You have

a very steady hand.

Well, I'm very glad

to have met you all.

Goodbye.

As soon as I get

old enough,

I'm going to join

the Foreign Legion.

That's exactly

what I was thinking.

Me, too.

But of course, we'd have

to leave Aunt Patricia.

Oh.

That's right.

Oh, I suppose

we'll have to give it up.

She'll always need some

men around to protect her.

I like your family,

Patricia.

Especially the Gestes?

Yes. Why do you ask?

Everybody does.

Who are they?

Orphans.

Three young gentlemen

of fortune that I've adopted.

And Augustus is Sir

Hector's heir, I suppose?

Mmm-hmm. If Sir Hector leaves

him anything to inherit.

Has he really managed

to go through everything?

Only the sapphire is left.

I'm sorry, Patricia.

Oh, I don't mind for myself.

It's the children.

I want to raise them and

give them a chance in life.

I'm a little desperate

about that.

And I suppose Sir Hector

will be a little desperate

the next time

he comes home?

Mmm. He has to be

desperate to come home.

Incidentally,

before I go,

may I see this fabulous

sapphire of Sir Hector's?

I've been hearing about it

clear across the world.

Of course.

You know, I read this

in a book somewhere.

Do you mean to tell me in the Foreign

Legion they read adventure stories?

This gets

better and better.

This is called

the Priests' Refuge.

In Oliver Cromwell's time,

the Brandons used

to hide them here.

Hmm!

Takes your breath away.

That's the great-great-

grandfather of all sapphires.

It's the one thing

Sir Hector really loves.

Everything else he has but the

estate has been gambled away.

Hasn't it a history?

Isn't it supposed to bring

bad luck to its owners?

Bad luck? Do you think you could

ever make any Brandon believe

there was bad luck

in having 30,000 pounds?

Well, we're not

going to get out today.

Let's play something

in the house.

What could we play,

Beau?

We could play King Arthur and

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