March or Die Page #2

Marco, the Gypsy.

What this stuff?

- Sure.

- I see.

Sergeant, get Mr. Marco a drink, please.

What do you think of the Legion, Mr. Marco?

I don't know much about it.

Sir.

Sir.

Thank you.

Sergeant, Mr. Marco's glass is empty.

Drink.

The Legion...

is the most disciplined army in the world!

In the world, Mr. Marco.

Have another drink.

And giving you a lesson in discipline,

Mr. Marco.

That's it enough, Major.

That's okay.

Drink, Mr. Marco.

That's an order.

Dismiss!

My pearls, Henri.

Where are my pearls?

All right, Sybil, their's somewhere.

Are these yours? I found them on the deck.

Thank you, madame. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Why aren't you wearing my mother's pearls?

Your mother claimed them on the boat.

What else can you do besides

steal and climb like a monkey?

I read palms. I'm part gypsy.

So, what do you read?

A drastic change in your way of living.

For the better, of course.

You could've say that to anyone.

Yeah, but could I tell you,

should we meet again?

Where did you see that?

I didn't see it.

I felt it.

Now I'm certain.

Keep them.

For good luck.

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

Foster!

I did not think to see

you in the desert again.

Soldier must go where's he sent.

I'm surprised you're not wearing

the medal for your great triumph at Erfoud.

That was not much even a battle.

Hardly worth with your time.

Get to seems to have much

time than I anticipated.

You said to me once: "Foster,

my mission in life is to unite

all the tribes of Morocco."

Let you have time to come and greet me.

How could I ignore

the arrival of an old friend?

Now I have gift for the Premier of France.

Your archaeologists from Erfoud.

It's Marchant! Delacorte!

They blinded and cut off their tongues.

I see you've learned to...

enjoy watching men suffer.

My God!

I've orders to continue

the excavations at Erfoud.

And I have orders from higher

authority to stop you.

From Allah!

I marvel at the audacity of the French.

They think they have the right

to divide up other lands, peoples.

You can bring 10,000 trains of legionaries.

You still will not to take

anything from our homeland.

The desert welcomes you, Foster.

Why he bring so few?

He bring more men kill us all here now.

Major Foster, I think you should know...

that one of the men you just killed,

was Madame Picard's father.

- Your name?

- Hastings, Frederick.

- Your occupation?

- Ex-student.

Your number is 26891. Never forget it.

- You call this clean?

- No, sir.

Don't move!

- Name?

- Franois Gilbert.

Give me that.

Where do you think you are?

Are you crazy?

- Occupation?

- Musician.

Your number is 26892.

Never forget it.

- Name?

- Marco Segrain.

Occupation?

Premier of France.

Your number is 26893.

Never forget it.

Yes, sir.

Now that you got your uniforms,

you think you're legionaries.

You're not.

You're nothing.

Fall out!

Madame Picard!

Madame Picard!

- Just on my way over to see you.

- Oh, what is it, Major?

I won't take long, I...

You've come to apologize,

you're wasting your time.

No, I don't apologize.

I don't care.

My father was an art history land.

He looked at the beauty with his eyes

and explained it with his tongue.

When you shot him, he had neither.

I don't think he would be wanted to live.

Madame,

I made arrangements for

you to go back to Paris.

There's nothing for me in Paris.

Would sure nothing for you here.

It doesn't matter.

Good afternoon, Major Foster.

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

I'm afraid I can't even hit the target.

If they saw me used it, they make me a cook,

cook give me some other of awful job.

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

I got it, bulls eye! I can't believe it!

Looks I missed it this time.

Keep moving.

Come on, keep moving.

Keep moving, come on.

Keep going.

Company, halt!

Ten minutes.

Lieutenant Fontaine,

excuse me, sir. I can't march with these boots.

They're too small for me.

Then march without them.

Who's he?

He's a swine, but a rich one.

He buy and sell anything.

Jewels, women, anything.

Good evening. Are you alone?

Is quite obviously, isn't it?

Yes, but it's also quite unusual to see

such a beautiful woman alone with these...

legionaries around. Please, join with me.

I'm your host, Leon. And you are...?

Thirsty.

This is my private table, for...

special guests.

Always nice to know that one is a special.

Allow me to buy you,

your first drink in Leon's cafe.

- Champagne!

- Oh, champagne.

For a woman such as you,

champagne is the only drink.

I prefer whiskey.

But since you being so charming,

I force myself.

To you, and our friendship.

Expect a lot who buys some champagne.

- Maybe you and I can do some business.

- Not now.

Why not?

Are they beautiful?

Allow me to make gift of them to you.

40 francs.

I had a pair like those once.

I'll give you 60.

These're special earrings.

They once belonged to the most

beautiful woman in the world.

And I became very attached to them.

I want them.

150 francs.

I'm sorry, madame,

they're not for sale.

I know how you can get them though.

Good evening, Madame Picard.

Would you care to have dinner with me?

I'm sorry, we were just leaving.

Good night.

Don't waste your time, Marco.

You're still alive.

You see I waited for a soldier to come home,

and he never did.

And now I'm as dead as his.

Everything I love dies.

Keep up the pace!

Don't go back!

Come on, keep moving!

Come on!

Keep going!

Keep up the pace!

Head up!

Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Come on! Keep moving!

Keep moving!

Come on!

Keep going!

- Head up!

- Come on, keep going!

Keep going! Come on! Come on! Keep going!

Sahib.

40 legionaries nearby.

Do nothing.

Just...

observe them.

Hold!

Leave that man alone!

In the Legion, you march or die!

Get his pack, and rifle,

and rejoin the column.

Leave, please, Marco.

Company, march!

Excuse me, Professor.

Madame Picard is coming.

- Who?

- Madame Picard.

- She's here?

- Out side.

Just a second.

Come, Madame Picard, how good you to coming.

I'm sorry, I sure you know my assistant,

Monsieur Mollard.

- Hello?

- Hello, missus?

Do sit down.

Excuse me, could you leave us for a second?

Yes, sir.

Do sit down. May I offer you a drink?

You mentioned my father's belongings.

Yes, of course.

They are.

I'm afraid it isn't very much.

Kept almost all his

personal possessions at Erfoud.

Your father was a good man.

I don't think my mother

would be agree with you.

He contributed a numerous to

the knowledge of history.

And the cost of his life and family.

Was it worth it, Monsieur Marneau?

Would you make such that sacrifice?

I believe I could.

And you're as big fool as my father was.

Madame, how about your father's things then?

Put them in the Louvre

with the rest of the past.

Company!

Fall out!

Two men lost, sir.

How?

One fell out.

And the Gypsy went back to help him.

How about tomorrow?

Manual training, fields stripping.

Two legionaries!

Keep that gate close!

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