What Price Glory Page #3

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And the same to you.

Nicole! Nicole!

Here. Ici.

Oh, don't be afraid.

N'a pas peur.

- I'm not afraid, if that is what you say.

- Hey, you speak American.

- We study at the school.

- Well, that's a pretty

good school. Vous parlez.

You speak very well.

Sister Cecile does not permit us to

speak French in English class.

I can't tell you how glad

I am you have Sister Cecile for a teacher.

Thank you. Also, my father does not permit

that I speak with American soldiers.

- In any language.

- Oh, I see.

But sometimes in the English class,

we speak a little French.

What village in America

do you come from?

I come from the village

of, uh, Philadelphia.

- Philadelphia's a city.

- Thank you.

Benjamin Franklin

came from Philadelphia.

He discovered lightning.

He did?

- How old are you?

- I have 17 years.

- What age have you?

- I have 22 years.

Nicole, I... I think

about you all the time.

Yes.

You only see me three times.

Four times. I waited for you yesterday

at the crossroads, but I did not speak.

- Nicole, I...

- It is the war.

Yes, if it hadn't been for the war,

I never would have seen you at all.

Nicole?

That song you sing at school...

what does it mean, in English?

To you I give...

All my love.

All my life.

I promise.

All my love.

All my life.

The leaves fly away.

The roses die.

But the flower of our love.

Will last forever.

All my love.

All my life.

All for you

Attention!

- Nice, eh, skipper?

- Oh, wonderful.

Harder!

Harder!

Harder!

Not that hard!

That hard!

- How are you, Captain?

- I am a wreck! That's what I am.

I am an epoch-making disaster.

- You see before you, mister, uh...

- Aldrich.

One of the seven great

calamities of the world!

Well, what's happened?

Not a thing.

- Kids in shape?

- They'll do.

- Give me three more days,

I'll risk 'em on the line.

Three more days.

Just try and get three more days.

- Brigade runner, Captain Flagg.

- Send him in.

All right, buddy.

- Captain Flagg? Captain Simpson.

- Here.

He wants you to know that the crowd

from G1 are on their way over.

Mm-hmm. Tell him

I'm much obliged.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, soldier.

Do you know what headquarters

wants us to do?

They want us to go in

and straighten the line.

Straighten the line. Did you ever hear of

a straight line between two countries?

- A little more coffee, Skip?

- No!

- Good evening, Mr. Kiper.

- Hello.

Did you get tattooed

while you were in Paris?

I, uh... I was wondering, maybe my

discharge papers got here.

Nope. Didn't come.

Keep in touch with us.

Tough.

- Three years.

- Red tape.

- You, uh, attendez ici.

- Okay.

Captain Flagg, there's an old

gentleman outside, and he wants

to see you about his daughter.

- What about his daughter?

- He has a complaint, sir.

- Against someone in this outfit?

- Yes, sir.

Well, send him in.

I can't leave this outfit half a day

without somebody breaking loose!

Don't you know this is a decent village

with decent people living in it?

Pete.

- Is this the man that has the complaint?

- Yes, sir.

- Think fast. Think fast.

- What is this all about, Pete?

One of my men?

- Oh, this is hard to believe,

Pete. Hard to believe.

All right, let's have it.

Spit it out.

Allez, Pete.

He says the soldier's been making a lot

of promises to Charmaine.

- Is that all he said?

- The rest is poetry.

- Well, omit the poetry.

Say, "Omit the poetry."

- What's this?

- He says she's an innocent lamb.

Charmaine?

Think fast. Think fast.

Tell him I know

she's an innocent child.

That she's one of the most charming

and respectable, virtuous ladies...

I've ever had the privilege

of meeting.

- And ask him how much he wants.

- How much what?

Money, you pie brow! Money! What else

do you think he wants?

It's only a game. Go on.

No, no.

- More lamb?

- No, he wants the fella to marry the girl.

And he wants 500 francs.

Well, now we're

getting somewhere.

All right, offer him 300 francs...

and tell him he can have any son-in-law

he wants out of the whole outfit.

G.H. Q! G.H. Q

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

- What does that say, Aldrich?

- It's a formal complaint.

The mayor drew it up for him.

Think fast. Think fast.

Tell him we apologize

and he can have the 500 francs.

The money's all right, but it has to be

a certain man. Which man? Quel homme?

- What is this, Quirt?

- I don't know. I didn't quite

catch the drift myself.

- You been around with Charmaine?

- Charmaine? Char...

Cut the act! You knew she was my girl

and couldn't keep your hands off her.

- Suppose it's true, what are

you gonna do about it?

- What am I gonna do about it?

Yeah?

I'm not gonna do a thing.

It's regulations, Quirt.

A formal charge has been lodged against you

and my hands are tied. I'm trapped.

If I let the old man go to headquarters,

you know the law. They'll hang you.

It breaks my heart to see

this happen, Quirt...

but you are about

to become a bridegroom.

This is a frame-up,

and you know it!

This old man just wants money.

He ain't got a thing on me.

I haven't done anything with Charmaine

but teach her a couple of songs.

What's so funny?

Oh, Quirt. With your reputation in

this army, who's gonna believe that?

I'll take my chances.

Let him go to headquarters.

Don't be a hay shaker, Quirt.

What chance would you have

before an army court-martial...

when 10 majors start

an iron ball rolling?

Ten majors back in Paris are gonna see to

it that nobody has any fun but themselves.

You haven't got a chance, Quirt,

and you know it!

Aldrich, escort Sergeant Quirt

down to the tavern.

And tell Charmaine I'm giving away in

marriage the handsomest sergeant in the war.

And, Quirt! You arrived just in time

with the replacements.

You've saved the day. The marines have

landed and the situation is well in hand.

We're going to decorate you.

We're gonna let you hold the bag!

Kiper! Get down to the manure pile

and pick up the mayor.

- Dust him off and bring him back here.

- Aye, sir.

I wanna witness

this ceremony myself.

Good morning, boys.

I'm in the clear because she'll explain

she don't want this.

No good, Quirt. In France,

the papa runs the family.

All right, wise guys, line up!

One at a time! You first!

No, you don't, Colonel! Let's go.

- What is he talkin' about?

- Why, your relatives, Quirt.

Pete must have sent out

invitations a week ago.

Hi.

Well, he's never gonna get away

with this little game...

because as soon as Charmaine...

Married?

You wanna get married?

Yes, sir. And I understand

you can give me permission.

- Who's the girl?

- Nicole Bouchard.

Nicole Bouchard. Does she

live here in Bar-le-Duc?

Her father has that farm on the hill

where the road turns into Bar-le-Duc.

Mm-hmm. Lewisohn.

Aren't you the boy

that had the mumps?

- Measles, sir.

- Oh.

But you've been here only eight days.

Did you know her before?

No, sir.

Well, even in a war, eight days is

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