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my 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

its little box in the morning.

Get some sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

What are you doing?

Searching the room.

I thought Gussie might have

hidden it somewhere

when the lights

were out.

We needn't bother

any more.

Read this.

When did you get it?

It was under my door

when 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 you

wanted to disappear completely

and still have

some excitement?

Foreign Legion.

So would Beau.

Pardon me, Mr. John,

but, uh, Mr. Digby

left me this note

to deliver to you

at 9:
00, sir.

Thank you, Burdon.

Yes, sir.

Isobel,

Beau left a note

for Digby last night

and now Digby

has 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 credit

to those two criminals,

Beau and Digby."

Why did they

run away?

Beau did it to shield

Digby and me.

Digby wouldn't let him

take the blame alone.

I should have known what Digby

was going to do last night.

What are you

going to do?

Don't you know?

I think at least one of the

Gestes ought to kiss you goodbye.

I've been in love with you

for 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 silly

question, 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 anything

from 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

work in your life, have you?

Yes, sir.

I'll manicure those

before we're through.

You'll do

to carry water.

You're not big enough

to be a soldier.

You think I'm big enough

to be a soldier, Sarge?

Shut up!

Well.

A countryman of mine.

So you decided to re-enlist, eh, Rasinoff?

Yes, Sergeant.

You must be as big a fool

as you are a thief.

Discipline makes

the strength of armies.

It is necessary that superiors

obtain from their subordinates

immediate obedience

without murmuring.

Discipline will be firm,

but it will also be fatherly.

Officers must use psychology

in dealing with men.

Any questions

about the regulations?

I am Sgt. Markoff.

I make soldiers

out of scum like you

and I don't do it gently.

You're the sloppiest looking

lot I've ever seen.

It's up to me

to prevent you

from becoming a disgrace

to the Regiment.

And I will prevent that

if I have to kill

half of you with work.

But the half that lives

will be soldiers.

I promise you.

Corporal, take them

to the barracks.

Yes, Sergeant.

Left face!

Follow me!

Forward march!

Markoff!

I just witnessed that little

exhibition of yours, Markoff.

I don't like it!

You have to be strict

with scum like that, sir.

They're men!

They have their rights,

guaranteed

with the regulations.

I'll keep within

the regulations, sir.

You're a good

soldier, Markoff,

but I doubt if you're

a good sergeant.

If you're not, you won't

last long in the Legion.

Watch your step,

or I'll break you.

That's all.

Is this Markoff gonna be

our sergeant from now on?

Yes.

He's a madman.

He was expelled from the Siberian

penal colonies for cruelty.

Then he entered the Legion

and 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 older

brothers to take care of me.

Why couldn't you join the

Royal Northwest Mounted Police?

We just ran out so we wouldn't

have you on our hands anymore.

You mean you ran out on me

and left me to face the police.

Well, have it

your own way.

We're stuck with you

for five years now.

Say, how's everybody

at home?

Well, but not happy.

Oh, that's too bad.

Say, wouldn't it be horrible

if Ghastly Gussie

should suddenly

appear here, too?

Ooh, horrible!

Well,

the Three Musketeers.

One for all,

and all for nothing.

Ahem, ahem, ahem.

Oh, excuse me,

two of my friends,

Mr. McMonigal

and Mr. Miller.

My brothers,

Beau and Digby.

How do you do?

Glad to meet you.

And... and

I am Rasinoff.

He was Rasinoff! You know,

he hasn't been the same

since he found out your

brother could buy a drink.

Well, I guess this calls

for a drink on me.

Will you join us?

Don't be foolish!

May... may I

accompany 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"

Shh.

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 couple

of nights to get tuned up.

Shh.

Listen, Beau.

We can't talk in here.

Talk?

We can't even sleep.

Then let's take our blankets

and sleep outside.

Think we'll get picked up

by the guard?

Let's humor the child.

This is no place for

high-class jewel thieves.

Good night,

gentlemen.

Say.

Ain't you gonna stay

for the concert?

Listen,

we've got to draw

the line someplace

and you ain't gonna

sleep next to us.

Did you hear what the one called John said?

Who?

Get that man

out of our boudoir.

They're jewel thieves!

Well, what'd you expect to

meet in the Legion, bankers?

Good night.

Good night.

Well, isn't anybody

going to say a word?

You young pup, we're both so

disgusted with you we're speechless.

I'm no worse

than either of you.

There's something

in 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 30,000

pounds 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 it

and go to Paris, too.

Only I don't

want any laughter.

One thing I counted on was my younger

brother leading an upright life

while I spent my

ill-gotten gains.

Yes, I was

counting on him, too.

If you don't

mind my saying so,

the great sapphire

is in my possession.

And as soon as I can

arrange to sell it,

I'm going to the South Seas,

buy a plantation

and start trading in copra.

He puts us both to shame,

doesn't he, Beau?

Let's put him to death

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