March or Die Page #3

Synopsis: Foreign Legion Major Foster (Hackman), an American haunted by his memories of the recently-ended Great War, is assigned to protect a group of archaeologists at their dig. Foster's unit includes the charming, thieving rascal Marco (Hill), who joined the Legion only to avoid prison. After long stretches portraying the boredom and hardship of day-to-day life in the Legion, Foster's command occupies a small village where the archaeologists believe they've found a burial site sacred to the Arabs. An Arab leader (Holm) uses this affront to unite the tribes in Jihad, and attacks the tiny Legion garrison at the dig. An epic battle follows, very reminiscent of the film "Zulu". Costumes, firearms, and props are all very authentic-looking, and show great attention to detail.
Genre: Adventure, Drama, War
Director(s): Dick Richards
Production: Columbia Pictures
 
IMDB:
6.4
PG
Year:
1977
107 min
155 Views


So when they want to go back in the morning,

that's fine.

If not, that's fine too.

26893 and 26892, reporting, sir!

On a march, a man dies where he falls.

We don't go back for stragglers.

I'll remember that, sir.

Will he be attach?

Attach.

Attach him!

I think you will remember.

How many more hours?

They say eight.

I don't think he will make it.

Sergeant.

Release the Gypsy.

The legionaries march to

Erfoud in the morning.

What did they say?

They asked me to get 30 workers.

Take them.

And each day I wished to be

inform to their progress.

That will be done.

Thank you.

The pleasure of love...

lasts only a moment

The grief of love lasts a lifetime

I gave up everything for ungrateful Sylvia

Cheer up, Professor.

Tomorrow we start to work at Erfoud.

Let just hope El Krim and his

men won't be there wait for us.

They're all feels this may be their last night.

I thought this should my night for years.

lasts a lifetime

Don't be sad.

- Now let me return the smile on you in bedroom, okay?

- Come on!

- Come on!

- Come on! Come on!

- Here you are.

- Come on!

You don't belong here.

Why not you leave with me?

Well, your friend is untouchtable man.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't do anything.

Excuse me.

Madame Picard?

May I escord you?

They say she came from Europe many years ago.

Followed her lover here.

They also say she was very beautiful.

He was a legionare, of course.

He died in the desert.

She never left.

What did she do?

She did what ever she had

to do in order to survive.

I seems to fit in perfectly.

May I come in?

Could you offer me a drink?

Help yourself.

You see, my husband was a soldier.

But he was dead long before

he went to the front.

His loving me kill him.

That's why I came here,

because I don't want to kill Marco.

I don't want him to love me.

I would like to be like you, Major.

It was very difficult to be like me.

I mean it takes more than

just two weeks in Morocco.

Ah, yes, it takes a life

time in the trenches and...

in the desert.

I had my share, Major.

Not here, but...

I had my share.

Are you sure you won't

to have drink with me?

No.

I suppose if you find me very amusing,

my coming here to you.

I find you very amusing.

Yeah? We laugh.

Why don't you laugh, Major?

Don't you know how?

No, I don't suppose you do.

Not a man like you.

- Go now.

- I don't want.

Do you want that girl, will any whore do?

No!

No!

No, no!

No, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no!

No, no!

No, no, no!

Company!

Attention!

Report.

Report.

Number one platoon,

all present and accounted, sir!

Number two platoon,

one man missing, sir!

Where is he?

He's inside, sir.

No.

Some of you will try to quit.

Others also try to run away.

No men on my command is ever succeeded.

If the desert doesn't get you,

the Arabs will.

If the Arabs don't get you, the Legion will.

If the Legion doesn't get you...

then I will.

I don't know which is worse.

Bury that man inside. In his uniform.

Lieutenant Fontaine,

- company is at your order.

- Yes, sir.

Company!

At my command!

Left turn!

Sling arms!

Forward!

March!

Madame Picard, how nice to see you.

What will be cost to leave Morocco?

Depends on who's going.

A legionare.

That would be very expensive.

What do I have to do to get him out?

I don't see many European women here,

certainly not beautiful...

European women.

Lieutenant Fontaine,

why didn't Captain Lanier

properly fortify this place?

He didn't think it was necessary.

That was not threat of an attack,

nothing.

Obviously he's wrong.

Fortify.

Yes, sir.

I have to go on guard. It's my first duty.

Hold it, mister.

You have them?

Dismiss, Legionare.

Major!

We lost one man last night, sir.

It's time we pay off El Krim visit.

Calls up first platoon.

First platoon, prepare to march out.

Marneau!

Start it!

One man is missing.

Soon will be ten times one.

And ten times up.

You tell me it's worth it.

You can not compare

treasures of antiquity...

- to be people's lives today, Major.

- Why not?

You asking my men to risk

their life to your antiquities!

The Legion is that to take risk, isn't it?

I'll hope your man is alive.

But whether isn't that,

I shall go on digging.

Column, halt!

We exchanged visits like

the French bourgeoisie, Foster.

Is that your idea?

One of my men became restless.

El Krim, I can not intimidated.

I came to reason with you.

Let the French have what they want.

Let them build their roads and their schools.

Let them give you medicines and food.

Roads with French signs,

schools that teach French.

French food, medicines

from French doctors. That...

is a much more subtle

rape of our heritage, Foster.

The friendship of France has too high price.

Is the price too high to take your

people until the twentieth century?

The French twentieth century!

What is so glorious about that? Your...

Your twentieth century is

not even 20 years old...

and look what civilization

has brought into your world.

Devastation!

Devastation will come to Morocco.

Only you can prevent it.

No man can see that far.

Only the great Allah.

The great Allah!

The great Allah!

Don't shoot!

One of my men became restless.

Le Boudin!

Company! March!

I want you to analyze these texts,

Monsieur Mollard.

Yes.

If we're lucky, this might well will

be the entrance of the corridors...

that lead to the barrier chamber.

I should have been there.

Where?

I was special guard for royal family.

I am way.

They take them.

I walk Russia.

I can not find them.

July... this year,

they kill them.

All of them.

All of them.

Get me a rope! I wants to go down.

Sir.

The cabin. It may be the tomb.

They founded the tomb at Erfoud!

Sergeant Triand!

You men pull out the rope from bottom the hole.

Hey, we're ready to come up now.

Triand, give me six men.

Put that chest at ground to a camel, pull back to me.

Hey!

Corporal,

let down the rope.

Can't be hear us?

From the French. A gift to your people.

How can you make gift of

something that is already ours?

The French wish to honor you.

And you, Foster, what do you wish?

I wish you accept this as a token of peace.

Get those men apart of the hole!

Tell the men, break camp.

Prepare to march to Bousaada.

Pack up! Break camp!

Ready going to home!

Major Foster,

where is she?

What have you done to her?

I give it back to the people who owner.

You mean you give her back?

You said the Legion is the most

disciplined army in the world.

In the world, Foster!

You hypocrite! Where's your discipline?

That all my life I works for this!

Your life may be over.

And this is a good spot for it.

Major.

Get my tunic, now!

Marneau, let me ask you something.

If you had choice right now,

the Angel of the Desert and your life,

what would you prefer?

Please, sir, the orders.

The men are waiting for your orders.

Are the men in their trenches?

There are no trenches, sir.

Why haven't the trenches been dug?

The men were building

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David Zelag Goodman was a playwright and screenwriter for both TV and film. His most prolific period was from the 1960s to the early 1980s. He was nominated for an Academy Award for Lovers and Other Strangers, though he did not win. more…

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