Behind the Scenes of 'The Last Remake of Beau Geste' Page #3

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I shall prove a loyal and a brave one!

- What don't we like in

the legion, Baldini...?

- A smartass...

This one, my sergeant,

Boldini would like to...

Not now, not now...

Your time will come, later.

Now... For all you other Smiths,

my little fledermauses:

You are now in the legion.

You will be soldiers!

And you will learn how to die!

Life is as brief as a butterfly's fart.

But death is something

that you have forever!

From now on,

you will march until you drop,

and when you have dropped,

you will crawl...!

Some may consider

that I am excessively cruel.

But, there is a reason

for this cruelty.

I enjoy it!

- Good night, scum.

- Good night, sarge!

Good night, sergeant!

Good night,

me darling Catherine...!

Good night...

...whoever you are...!

"The view from my window"

Dear Dig, I'm sorry a haven't written

before, but in the legion it's all go...

...busy busy busy,

don't you know.

Weather's spiffy.

Bags of sunshine!

Highs in the upper

hundred and thirties.

The chap here in charge is OK

for a kraut, but not one of us.

Lots to do and see... Haven't had

a quiet moment until now...

Food - not so hot.

Having no ladies makes some

of the men a trifle edgy...

Some of the chaps are

a bit on the... irritable side.

Heard you're in jail for life!

Ah, jeez! Still, knowing you,

you'll find someone to cheer up with.

- How's the lovely Isabel?

- Okay!

And of course, Sir Hector.

How is he?

Still alive and dying,

thank you for asking!

Perhaps one day you'll be able

to get out here and join me!

Until then, ever thine,

your twin, Beau.

I shall escape....

I shall escape!

- Up or down?

- Yes, please.

I'm sorry about all this, but next

week we're having it wallpapered.

Oh I see lady Flavia,

I forgot to tell you...

Your son is in

solitary confinement.

Who are all these

other people, Governor?

They are also in

solitary confinement;

crowded jail conditions,

you know.

Digby!

Digby!

I must talk to you

confidentially.

- WHAT?

- I know you don't have the "Blue Water"

I know that Beau has it, hasn't he?

I refuse to talk. I won't talk.

Not a word! Not a syllable!

Shut up!

I can't hear myself moaning!

- I'm sorry...

- If you won't talk,

I'll find some other way

of getting it out of you!

I shall escape.

I shall escape and join Beau!

Delighted you came, my dear!

And I'd like you to know that you

made a happy man feel very... old.

Oh, thank you.

Now let's get this straight -

In exchange for one hour

of amorous sedaliance...

Just under four minutes, actually...

Really?

Well, one does what one can...

...you wish me to contrive an

escape from my own prison?

Precisely.

To pit the entire weight of

british justice...

... against...

Point taken...

Thank you. It's been a business

doing pleasure with you.

Oh, how power corrupts...

...thank God...

Oh, one thing. Digby lacks

experience. He needs assistance.

Don't worry.

We'll give him a helping hand.

...even if we have to

force him to escape!

I've escaped.

I have escaped!

Where to, Sir?

Morocco!

I've escaped!

Follow that hansom!

Enjoy your meal, please!

My mother's recipe.

The men are complaining about

the food, sergeant Markov!

COMPLAINING?

I don't eat as well as you do!

All alone in the 's mess!

We march at the first light.

Our moment of reckoning

will come at fort Zindeneuf...

All day yesterday the sheik's men

have been attacking the fort.

Many brave legionnaires have been

killed in a futile effort to defend it.

Tomorrow, you will be killed

doing something equally futile!

You're only privileged to die once.

Don't screw it up!

Digby Smith,

reporting for duty, Sir!

Join the other dreck!

- Good heavens! Digby!

- Beau!

- Oh, God, it's good to see you!

- And you too!

Geste et Geste

nil separatum est!

What are you doing here?

Where else did you expect

me to come when I escaped?

- Escaped?

- Didn't you arrange it?

Never mind. You're here,

that's what matters!

Well, come along.

I'll show you to your quarters!

Oh, I can't believe it!

- How's it look?

- Terrific!

Oh, by the way, I trust father

is still alive and dying...?

Oh, couldn't be more so.

You know I'd hate for the old boy

to pop off without knowing

I've done him proud...

And...

...what of our dear mother...?

Not got the foggiest, old chap.

Don't worry...

I think we've seen the last of her...

Tell me, Pecheur, what manner

of man is the sergeant Markov?

Oh, he is...

vicious... cruel... sadistic...

Sergeant Markov

is a soldier to the skin...

Appears our friend Beau has

a brother who's a jailbird...

Perhaps our... fine english gentleman

is not all that he is up from...

Oh, hurry Boldini...

Komm, little br!

The usual, oh Masterful One?

- This little piggy went to market...

- Yes? Yes?

- ...this little piggy stayed at home...

- ...stayed at home...?

-... this little piggy had a roastbeef...

- ...roastbeef...!

- ...This little piggy has none...!

- What happened to the

other little piggies?

- Who is it?

- Gnral Pecheur!

I have a visitor for you!

I'm coming, my general!

- My leg, quick!

- Which one?

Boldini, the dress leg!

Coming, my leg!

...my, my general!

I've got the groove my sergeant.

...Just one more screw...

Keep screwing, Boldini!

Faster, Boldini!

Can't you screw any faster than that?

Every thousand miles

this thing must be oiled!

I'm coming, General!

I'm coming!

All present and correct,

my general!

...my general?

...my general...!

I'll come straight to the point.

- You know my son Beau.

- He's your son?!

Believe me you have a

fine boy there madam!

Bullshit! He's a thief.

Stole something belonging to me.

A large paste sapphire. Well...

...if you can return it to me,

it'll be worth two-hundred-francs.

More than you earn in five years!

In order to recover the trinket...

...I may have to hurt the boy.

Even to kill him somewhat...

...slightly.

You march to Zindeneuf tomorrow,

I shall meet you there.

By that time

I shall have the trinket.

Then the two hundred

francs will be yours...!

- Good night, sergeant Markov!

- Gute nacht, gndige Frau!

Boldiniiii...!

Yessss... and what's this

down here? Look there too!

More of your handiwork, Boldini!

- You heard?

- Boldini heard, my sergeant.

For two hundred francs,

I could buy myself

a twenty-two carat

solid gold leg!

How many gold legs

could you buy with...

...FIFTY MILLION francs,

oh my sergeant Markov...?

Fifty million?

That's idle dreams...

Fifty million for a paste trinket...?

Noooo....

For the "Blue Water" sapphire!

Aaah, for the Blue...

Adieu, adieu...

mes braves... mes petits soldats...

May God go with you...!

...I have better things to do.

Forgive the interrupcion,

ma petite...

...where were we...?

At page thirty-six,

third diagram from the bottom...!

Oooh...

...c'est difficile...!

I wonder how they do that...!

Ohhohoo...

c'est formidable...

Pardon, mon empereur,

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