Gunga Din

"Now, in Injia' s sunny clime,

Where I used to spend my time

"A-servin of Er Majesty, the Queen

"Of all them black-faced crew

"The finest man I knew

"Was our regimental bhisti "

Detail, halt!

What was that all about?

They are pilgrims, sahib,

going home to the hills.

They beg to follow us for safety.

Tell them not to fall too far behind.

Detail, walk. March!

Jadoo, the sun is going down.

Expect we'd better bivouac

at Elephant Rock, as usual.

Yes, Markham sahib.

I don't like it, Mitchell.

I don't like it. Silence is unhealthy.

No word from Markham in 48 hours.

Blast it, an officer and his patrol

don't vanish into thin air.

- Telegraph just got through, sir.

- Good.

What have you got?

Wires apparently down

for the last two days.

I thought it was something like that.

Emergency signal, sir.

Why doesn't he go on?

Wire's gone dead, sir.

I don't like this.

Can't have the wires down.

Things start too quickly up there.

Higginbotham.

Find Sgts. MacChesney, Cutter,

and Ballantine, and bring them here.

That's a bit difficult,

as they're all on leave.

On some mysterious mission, they said.

It'll be a mystery

if they come back right side up.

Bring them here at once.

- What do you want?

- Where's Sgt. Ballantine?

- Here.

- Where's Sgt. Cutter?

He's busy.

Buying a map for a buried treasure.

You ought to have your head examined.

- I didn't know the map was a swindle.

- You and your emeralds.

You ought to be put in a padded cell.

If we'd found them emeralds,

we could've left the army...

and lived like dukes. See?

That's the fellow that sold me the map.

Just a minute.

Let me take care of him, will you?

Take your hands off that man.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

Speak up, MacChesney.

Speak up!

We were swindled, sir.

- We?

- Who swindled you?

We don't want to make any charges

until we have further proof.

Further proof?

You practically wrecked a village.

You surely didn't do that,

MacChesney, without proof?

Sir, we had our suspicions.

Suspicions of what?

Come on. I've no time

to wheedle the story out of you.

We bought a map.

Go on.

From a private

in a certain Scottish regiment, sir.

No, I did it. I bought the map myself, sir.

Now, listen. Don't you

try to shield your friends, Cutter.

And it won't do you two any good

to hide behind Cutter's generosity.

Out with it. A map of what?

Of Lake Singali, sir.

Yes, sir. And the privilege of diving into it

to our heart's content.

Diving for what?

- For emeralds, sir.

- A barge full, sir.

According to the information I bought,

it was sunk in the year 241.

I can hardly believe it.

Ballantine, a man of your intelligence...

MacChesney, at your age...

They was the spoils of a maharajah, sir.

Thank you, Cutter. That will be sufficient.

As for you two...

I ought to take away your stripes,

not only for insubordination...

but for idiocy.

Sheer, childish, soft-brained idiocy.

But fortunately for you,

I need all three of you at Tantrapur.

We're going out on a job, sir?

Of the most vital importance.

You leave for Tantrapur...

with a detachment in the morning...

to repair the telegraph and keep it open.

Left turn! Left wheel, quick march!

Left wheel! Attention!

Eyes forward!

Party, halt!

Sergeants, dismount!

Cold.

Stale.

I don't mind saying the whole thing

fair gives me the creeps.

Creeps or no creeps,

we've got to get in touch with the Colonel.

We can't until we get them poles up

and this wire strung.

Naik, detail 10 men for guard duty.

The remainder will pile arms

and prepare for work.

Halt!

Gunga Din, water.

Gunga Din, bring water!

Bring water!

Whoever's been playing tricks

with this village is blinking clever.

I couldn't find a trail

or a single footprint leading in or out.

So the village isn't quite deserted, eh?

- Salaam, sahib.

- Who are you? What are you doing?

My name is Pandu Lal.

I'm a miserable seller of trinkets.

Last night a band of dacoits

raided this village, looted my shop...

and stole off with my poor wife

and six children.

The children are looking bonny.

Come on, everybody, in the other room.

Go on, get up. On the double.

Get in there. You heard me!

Quick! That's right. Go on.

That's better.

- What's that?

- Trinkets, sahib.

Only what I could save

from my pitiful stock.

- Worth hardly a few annas.

- Go on, open them up.

Who are these playful subjects here?

I don't know, but young Toad Face there

seems to be leader.

Get them all out of here.

Come on, get out of here. On your feet.

Hold them there.

Naik, detail eight men for escort duty.

Bring them here on the double.

Listen, you.

What became of Burgess sahib?

- Come on, spit it out.

- He can speak, but he won't.

- He doesn't know.

- Here.

You never saw one of these things before,

did you?

It's for growing daisies, isn't it?

- Or for planting lilies for people's graves.

- No, sahib.

What became of these people here?

- He doesn't know.

- That's good.

We'll take them back with us and let

the Colonel put them through the mangle.

No. Will not go with the white sahib.

You will never leave here.

Already your graves are dug.

By nightfall, Ma Kali will be smiling.

Never mind the second chorus. Come on.

Party, form a square!

Under cover, everybody! Get in there!

Take cover in the courtyard.

Close the gates.

Climb the wall, everybody!

Come on, men, on the roof!

Look out, Mac!

Take cover behind the wall.

Volley firing. Ready?

Ready? Get set. Fire!

Here you are, Cutter.

Get in there. Come on.

Ballantine, come up!

Let's go.

Here's a present for you.

Bal, catch!

Come on, let's go!

Charge!

Everybody under cover!

Get behind the wall. Come on. Hurry up.

- Panee, Sergeant sahib?

- No!

How did you get here?

You're a funny bloke, Din...

but I'll admit you're a good bhisti.

- Could be first-class soldier, sahib.

- Don't make me laugh.

Get to the river!

- Come on, you savage, over you go.

- Over you go.

All right, give me that.

What's the matter, Bal?

You've been woolgathering

ever since we crawled out of the river.

- You know, my time is up on May 14.

- What of that?

You can sign on

for another nine years, can't you?

Make a man out of him.

I'm leaving the service.

- Leaving the service?

- That's right.

I'm getting married,

and I'm going in the tea business.

- Married!

- Tea business!

Why, you're mad if...

March to attention, everybody!

Let's march in in good style, men.

- Fall in up there.

- Left, right, left.

Tell the Sergeant

to report at the office immediately.

Yes, sir.

Party, right wheel!

Halt! Left face!

Sergeants to the front!

The wiring party's

returned from Tantrapur, sir.

Eight killed, three wounded.

Otherwise all correct.

Very well, Sergeant. Dismiss your men...

and report at the office immediately.

Very good, sir.

Party, dismissed!

- Identical, Mitchell.

- Good heavens, a Thug pickaxe.

It's incredible,

but that's what happened to Markham.

I'm afraid they've done away

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