Beau Geste Page #6
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1939
- 112 min
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to 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 at
Zinderneuf, dead or alive.
We'll make those Arabs think
we've got a thousand men.
The rest of the bullets
you stop
won't hurt as much
as that first one.
That settles the big pig.
Would you like to take the
position of honor next, Rasinoff?
No, Sergeant.
No?
No.
Voisin.
Up in the tower.
I'm rewarding you
for betraying your friends.
You can see them all
from 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 the
best soldier we'll ever see.
Rasinoff, how many left?
12, Sergeant.
You'll all be with these
others in a little while.
You'll do your duty better
dead than you ever did alive.
Take 10 minutes below
for food and rest.
Two men at a time.
Smith. Jones. Go first.
If you hear the bugle, come
back on the double. Quick.
Rasinoff.
Go up in the tower.
No!
No, no,
Sergeant, please.
Up in the tower and dream about
the 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 Gussie
said one time:
"The Gestes
always stick together."
Hmm.
Digby's probably
on his way here now.
He'd better be.
John.
Somebody always gets out
of 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 letters
and a packet.
One letter and the packet
goes to Aunt Pat.
The other letter
stays here with me.
All right.
Could I do you a favor,
the other way around?
Just tell Isobel that...
Just tell her something.
Older brother
takes care of everything.
I promise you.
Let's get some rest, John.
Yeah, all right.
That's a long time
for them.
Are they still there,
Rasinoff?
Yes, Sergeant, but they're...
That means the holy men are
arguing for one more attack.
They've lost their stomach
for it.
The next attack
will be the last one.
No sign of any relief
from Tokotu.
Well, we'll show them we're not
only awake, but merry and bright.
Bugler.
Yes, Sergeant.
Blow every call
they 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 embrasure
to embrasure and fire!
We'll make them think
we'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.
some bread and wine.
If you touch him,
I'll kill you.
Do as I tell you.
Look.
Look at them.
They come
when I want them.
They go when I don't
need them anymore.
They're beaten.
But they've put down
a mutiny for me.
They've given me
the Legion of Honor,
and they've made me
an officer.
So he had no jewel, huh?
I told you to leave
my 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 superior
in the face of the enemy.
I court martial you myself.
I find you guilty
and I sentence you to death.
You get six in the belly.
Listen to me.
I haven't got much breath.
Leave the public letter
in Markoff's hand.
Take the packet
to Aunt Pat.
Yes, Beau.
Go to Egypt.
Promise?
I promise.
Tell Digby I was sorry
I 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 alive
in 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 be
able 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, but
they'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
a pretty sight, don't it?
Not if our friends are
in there being roasted
instead of hiding out here
in 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 around
and talked loud enough.
We wouldn't have
any more company, would we?
He's in the fort.
Oh.
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 there
and start blowing the bugle.
You three open fire
from here.
I'll wave as if there were men behind me.
They'll think they're being
attacked by the whole legion.
We hope.
Don't shoot until I give 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 insulted
if you hadn't.
How is Miss Isobel?
In splendid health, sir.
Unmarried, of course?
Of course, sir.
Well, may I see
Lady Brandon at once?
Yes, sir. I'll call her.
Pardon me, sir, but, uh, 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 inside
the suit of armor in the hall
"the day you sold the Blue
Water to the Maharajah's agent
"and received an imitation
to take its place.
"When the wire
from Sir Hector came,
"I thought
"by giving Brandon Abbas
its 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?
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