What Price Glory

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This is France, 1918...

World War I.

The first American troops to land in France

and to fight in France were the marines.

They were veterans who had seen

service all over the world...

China, Cuba, Santa Domingo, Mexico

and the Philippine Islands.

This is a company

of those marines...

Company "L", 3rd Battalion,

5th Regiment...

returning from the front.

What outfit is this, buddy?

What outfit is it?

This is the 101 Ranch,

and I'm Pawnee Bill.

- All right, wise guy! What outfit?

- Company "L," 5th Marines!

- Thanks.

- Hey, that's us.

I know it.

- Who's your commanding officer?

- Flagg!

- Who?

- Captain Flagg.

Captain Flagg.

- Wait a minute!

- Isn't that the outfit we're assigned...

Yeah. Captain Flagg.

We're not due in till tomorrow, and I am not

joining Flagg's outfit until I have to.

We got lost, see?

Come on.

Flagg.

Company, attention!

Charmaine! Charmaine!

Charmaine!

Company, forward.!

Eyes... right!

Squad, right.!

Company... halt!

Dismiss your men and feed 'em.

Fall out!

Try it again, Moran.

Eight hundred and

fifty-three francs to date.

Sorry, Sergeant.

No, no, no, no, no!

Moran, wait a minute.

Hey, Charmaine.

How 'bout a little song?

Enchant, Charmaine.

How's business, Pete?

No kiddin'?

Not that bad, huh?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Very good.

Very good. Yeah.

- Huh? Well, fine. Yeah.

Hey, where are the boots?

- Huh?

- The boots.

- Boots?

- Boots. Yeah, boots.

- Boots.

Oui. Boots. Boots, boots!

- Ah, the boots. Oui.

- Yeah.

No, no, no. Boots, boots.

Boots, boots.

Yeah, the boots.

Les boots. Please.

I said it.

Huh? Huh? Oui.

All right. Okay. When I want to

go to Paris, I want to look very neat

and very snappy, eh? All right.

Hey, anybody home?

Hey in there!

Lewisohn, trot out that

high school French of yours.

But we are your allies.

Allies!

Wait a minute. Wait a second.

You got any money on you? Take your time.

- Yeah, a little.

- Well, let's have it.

There you are.

See?

Remind me to tell you sometime what I was

doing while you were in high school.

Lewisohn!

Lewisohn.!

Maybe I should have

gone to high school.

Capitaine.!

- What, baby?

- What are you doing in my room?

I've been looking over

your medal collection.

- Ah, that's nothing. But you

must go back to your room.

- Yeah, in a minute.

Captain Flagg.

Hiya, Charmaine.

I got almost everything packed.

Will you want your long underwear in Paris?

No. Shove off, lamebrain!

- You're going to Paris?

- Yeah.

- Take me with you.

- I can't. It's impossible.

- Why?

- Very important meeting. They're

gonna be asking me questions.

- You?

- Yeah. They want the point of

view of an observer from up front.

- Get outta here! Will you get out?

- All right, all right.

Well, I've observed much.

I'd be glad to tell them.

Yeah, I know, but I can't.

Your father wouldn't like it.

What would he think about it?

Papa? Well, Papa,

he would be very glad...

if you would marry me

and take me with you to Paris.

- M-Marry you?

- No?

Uh, no, no.

No, it's impossible, Charmaine.

I'd like to, but I can't. You see...

uh, I'm married already.

- You terrible liar.

- Oh, no, I'm not. I'll prove it to ya.

Wait. Oh, here.

Here's a picture.

Picture of my wife right here.

There it is.

"Lillian Russell."

That was her maiden name.

"Sweet Caporal."

Sweet corporal. You see, I was a corporal

when she married me.

That's what she always called me.

Always called me. Yep.

Her sweet... sweet corporal.

- Captain Flagg?

- Is it important, Mr. Moore?

- Urgent.

- That door.

Take me with you anyway.

I can't, baby. I can't.

She is very beautiful.

Come in.

Oh, I... I beg

your pardon, Captain.

Sir, what about those three men

who are supposed to go up to Le

Mans to get the Croix de Guerre?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

All right, get 'em out

of the guardhouse...

and have 'em take a bath

and send 'em up with an M.P. Escort.

And tell 'em not to belt the French general

when he kisses 'em. It's part of the ceremony.

Aye, aye, sir.

What an outfit.

Oh, Capitaine.

- So these are

the new replacements.

- Yes, sir.

Mm-hmm. What does headquarters

think I am, a wet nurse?

It's a citizens' army these days,

Captain Flagg.

Citizens' army!

I'll bet not one of them

has even voted yet!

- You, how old are you?

- Going on 20, sir.

- In how many years?

- Two, sir.

- You?

- Seventeen, sir.

Seventeen whole years.

- Where do you hide 'em?

- Here, sir.

You might as well

wear these while you're here.

- Yes, sir.

- You'll need 'em.

- You, where do you come from?

- Providence. Rhode Island, sir.

I know where it is. What kind of a job

do you have there?

I... Well, nothing, sir.

I was gonna go to college

before this came up.

- This is your first job.

- Yes, sir.

Well, we'll try to teach you

what you have to know.

And the more you learn, the better

your chances will be of staying alive.

College.

Texas!

Feed 'em, mister.

Feed 'em.

Pick up your bags.

Right face.

Let me know when that new

top soldier gets here. He's got

his work cut out for him.

Aye, aye, sir.

- "L" Company?

- Company headquarters.

- More like a two-bit flophouse to me.

- We aim to please.

Please yourselves. I'm the new

top soldier here. Who's company clerk?

- I am.

- Clear this stinkin' mess and

let's look at what you're doin'!

You heard what he said. Get out of here

and don't come back till I send for you.

Lose weight!

- Anything else, Top?

- Yeah. Here.

Is he in?

Are you the new top soldier?

- Is he in?

- He's waiting for you.

Well, tell him

I'm here. Now!

- Your name.

- Lipinsky.

- Lewisohn. Put him on your

roster. Help him with his gear.

- Aye, aye.

There.

Captain Flagg, your new

top soldier is here.

Well, it's about time.

Send him in.

Aye, sir.

- China!

- Nicaragua!

Philippines!

Sergeant Quirt reporting for duty

and requesting transfer at the same time.

- And there it is in triplicate.

- You know something.

- You're not gonna get it.

- No?

- You know why? I'm glad to see ya.

- No.

- You are?

- Yeah.

When I asked for a replacement, I thought

they'd send me a run-of-the-mill soldier.

And instead, they send me

the finest sergeant in the entire corps.

You must really be

in trouble to want me.

Cards on the table,

Quirt, I am.

I got a company made up of half

old men and half green kids who

want you to wipe their noses.

I want you to take those kids

and show 'em what they're in for.

Make 'em hard, but don't break 'em.

Eight hours of guns and drill a day.

And make them so hard they'd rather eat

steel than take a dressing down from you.

Begging your pardon, but where are you

gonna be while all this is going on?

I'm gonna be in Paris.

I got eight days leave. Why?

If you don't know why you're going to Paris,

I'd be the last one to try to tell you.

- Kiper! Kiper. All the platoon

leaders, on the double.

- Aye, sir.

- Who's this?

- Lewisohn. Came up with me.

Just got out of the hospital.

- Wounded, soldier?

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