Behind the Scenes of 'The Last Remake of Beau Geste' Page #5

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Open the gates!

Hold your fire!

Cease firing!

Hold it!

What the hell do you

think you're doing?!?

- Go on firing, all of you!

- Ignore him!

I suppose you know - the penalty

for mutiny is total death!

Please lady, out of the way,

this is a military matter!

Please, will you?

What are you trying to prove?!?

Why don't you fall???

Because they're blanks!

- Blanks?

- Yes!

Thanks to general Pecheur you've all

been issued with blank ammunition!

Even without ammunition!

...angreifen!

Fr Vaterland und Kaiser!

Yes...?

Trickt!

We're behind you Sir! We'll die

to the last man if you say so!

No!

You can be free!

Go! Deserts!

Get out of here!

Go and be rotten to people! But -

do it for our decent living ways!

Excuse me, but we've been

riding round and round

shooting and whooping

like mad things...

Have we called at an

inconvenient moment?

Would you like us

to come back later...?

No, it's not that,

it's just that... hey...

...fellows...

...you can't just desert!

You'll miss the rest of the story!

Hey...!

Come back...!

You're supposed to be inside,

we're supposed to be outside...

Pull down the flag!

Wait for me, wait for me...!

I'm your leader...!

How can I lead if you

won't wait for me...?

Oh, I am lost...

And out of the job...

I'm a natural leader of men,

but, they won't follow me!

Where...?

Perhaps I can learn...?

By the way...

...where is the "Blue Water"...?

You took the words

right out of my mouth...

...which is somewhat...

...un-hygienic...?

Trickt!

Why are you

always in the way, Boldini...?

So...

The obligatory duel to the death?

Of course.

As hero and villain,

it is expected of us.

We may not quarrel with our

given destinies, my friend!

You desire to duel

with or without conversation...?

With, I think!

Yes!

Definitely with!

twisted and tellingly turned...

...but beware...

...he who turns on his own twist,

may yet twist on his own turn!

Cunningly quoted!

But as the bends with the wind,

so may he shortly

be blown like the chaff

into the infinite cavity of oblivion!

- I'm not quite sure I understand that...

- Never mind, it sounds good...!

But I do beg your pardon,

you were about to say...?

You display a perilous panache,

my friend...

shriveling to ash,

but even as cold steel

may be beaten on the anvil,

so may it be humbled

by the hammer of...

...surprize...!

...Tricked again...!

As Von Clausewitz once said:

Mere idle mortals

may have feet of clay...

...but mortal idols sometimes

have feet of... STEEL!

Don't move, please...!

You moved!

Oh, no! No...!

Tell me, Geste...

...before you kill me...

...where is the "Blue Water"...?

Where is the "Blue Water",

Geste ?!?

Touch, I believe...

I hid it there while we

were still in the garrison.

The "Blue Water..."

...it's the last place

I would have looked.

Sooo... Boldini!

Plan fourty-two!

Help me up...!

Look, Boldini, for you and me!

For me...!

Threaten them, Boldini!

Threaten them!

Remember - nerves of steel!

Catch the rope!

Ah yes, good!

Everything is going

according to plan!

No, no, Digby!

The "Blue Water"...!

The Geste family fortune...!

You can't just let them

take it like that!

- It's a fake...!

- What do you mean a fake...?

Now you don't think I'd take such a

risk with the real "Blue Water"...?!?

Well then... Where is it...?

It's in a safe deposit box in Paris...

I'm proud of you, Beau... I am...

I see, we just take

the "Blue Water" now and...

...take it straight back to Sir Hector!

Screw Sir Hector!

All my life I've done

everything Sir Hector wanted!

I've never done a thing for myself!

...'till now!

- Beau, you can't mean it!

You've saved the fort!

You'll get a medal! You're a hero!

- ...I'll bury you at see!

- Heroism? Medals...?

Medals are like hemorrhoids, Digby,

sooner or later every a**hole gets one.

What about me?

All my life I've worked for you!

I've gone to jail for you!

I've even felt your feelings for you!

I'm not gonna let you

not be a hero!

I'm awfully sorry

about this, Digby...

What are you doing...?

They always made a hero

of the last men alive...

...and, that's just what he wanted!

Now, there's just one

more thing we must do...

Well, if you're quick, but... wouldn't

it be more romantic to go to...

Oh no, not that...

Not now...

No, first we must get rid

of Beau Geste...

Strange...

A besieged fort...

No signs of a battle...

Ah, no, no,

one corpse...

Now, we just have time to

scale down the back wall...

Good bye, Digby, old twin...!

And farewell, Beau Geste!

May you rest in peace!

Another hero for France!

Commanding to report...

...to me immediately!

I wish to decorate him!

What's this one for...?

- For baking chocolate mousse...

- Yes... that's good enough.

Adieu, mon brave

Digby Geste

reporting for duty, Sir!

This man can tell us the

mistery of the deserted fort...!

Yes...

Yes, he could, couldn't he?

Do you intend to talk,

my friend?

A Geste never talks!

I refuse to speak!

Not one word!

Not one syllable!

I shall remain silent, totally silent,

absolutely silent; I will not utter one...

- Will you shut up?!? - I'm afraid

I can't answer that question, Sir!

Well...

then you leave me no option...

...but to shoot you for

withholding information.

- If it be so then... so be it.

- It is so.

- Then, so it be.

- Be!

- Sir, look! I found this!

We are loking at the finest

soldier I've ever met...

...Beau Geste!

Beau, dead...?

- It's not... It's not possible.

- Formidable!

- Oh, pardon, mon gnral...

- Merdemanger...

...will you kindly scrape

monsieur Geste from my face...?

And place him in a

suitable container!

Now... have you any final request,

before you are sent to the firing squad?

Well... Beau always wanted

a Viking funeral, Sir!

I promised him that he

should be buried at sea!

In the middle of the desert...?

C'est drole... However...

The legion always

honors it's heroes!

Beau Geste!

Noble son of the legion!

We commend thy mortal remains

onto the mighty deep...

It is not the Atlantic...

...but it is the best we can do!

Good bye, Beau Geste!

Go with God!

Now, are you prepared to die?

- I'm prepared!

- Ready...

...ready...

I'm prepared to die,

so that Beau's name may live!

Would you expect me to betray my

brother...? My country? My Isabel?

Silence onto death is our

family motto. Shall I talk now?

Bah! You expect me to talk

when all I could preserve

is my own measly, worthless life?

Haha!

Doh! Bloody right I'll talk!

I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll talk!

Just try to stop me!

I'll talk! I'll talk!

THREE MONTHS LATER

The Young Master is home!

He's home again!

- My God, this thing is heavy... -

Digby...!

- At last, you've returned!

- Yes!

- Have you...?

- Shhh!

Don't speak! Just let me

look at you for a moment!

And then I won't speak and you

can just look at me for a moment.

- Enough...?

- Enough...!

- Isabel... You know how I've always felt...

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