What Price Glory Page #7

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I had no idea...

Well, don't get any ideas, Captain, because

this young lady happens to be my fiance.

Fiance?

Well, as you Americans say

in, uh, baseball...

I, uh... I appear to be offside.

- Fiance, eh?

- Yeah, yeah, sure. Why not?

Now wait a minute. Does it mean the same

thing in English that it mean in French?

- It means you don't go with

anybody else. Come here.

- And what about you?

Never mind about me. Come on in, Moran.

Wickham.

I, uh... I'm awfully sorry...

but, uh, your fiance has my cap.

Thank you. Well, uh,

congratulations again.

- Evening.

- Good evening.

Good night.

Now what do you...

Oh, Moran. Yeah.

Charmaine. Charmaine!

Charmaine!

Charmaine, is she here?

- You still got a mayor in this town?

- Mayor? Oh, the mayor. Oui.

Well, go down and wake him up.

- I wanna marry your daughter.

- Oh, mariage.

Mmm. Mariage.

Wedding ring. Comprends?

No.

- Avec moi. Me. Moi.

- You?

Break it up. Break it up.

Go on down and get the mayor.

- I wanna get married tonight.

- Charmaine! Charmaine!

Captain of your heart, am I?

Well, you know something?

Tonight I'm gonna believe that. I wanna

believe it, and I'm gonna believe it.

- Come here.

- Captain, mon papa.

Well, if you mean Pete,

he's my papa too.

I just sent him down to get the mayor.

We're gonna get married, you and me.

And the United States government is

gonna send us to Paris on our honeymoon.

- What do you think of that?

- What about your wife?

You didn't believe that, did you?

No. But...

I did believe you did not

want to marry me.

I'm sick of wandering.

I wanna sit down in one place

and never get up.

That's today.

Tomorrow you...

you'll feel different.

- I'm betting against tomorrow.

- What?

- Nothing. Do you love me?

- Yes.

That's the right answer.

Are you through?

Whatever it is... Whatever it is,

go tell Cunningham!

That little girl...

the one Lewisohn was... she's outside.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Talk to her.

Send her in.

- I gotta talk to this girl.

- I understand.

- Captain Flagg, my name is Nicole.

- I know. I know.

So you're the girl.

Lewisohn told me about you.

He wanted to marry you,

but according to regulations...

he had to get permission

from his commanding officer.

- You understand?

- Oui. Yes.

- Is he...

- Yes. Yes.

Yeah, he did a...

he did a brave thing.

And I thought he was too young

to get married.

But when you think of him...

please think this.

A lot of boys come over here

and the only thing that happens to them...

is what happened to him out there.

But he had more.

He met you.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm sick of this war.

I'm off war for life.

No more for me.

It was all right when you had 30 or 40

men in the hills that knew their jobs.

But now there are...

there are so many little boys.

Little boys who have no business

being here at all.

You know, Charmaine...

if ever they finish this war,

I ain't even going home.

I'm gonna stay right here...

drink Papa's wine...

and have a lot of little kids

hopping around the floor.

Yours and mine.

Well, if it ain't Sergeant Quirt.

- I got here first, Flagg.

- You ain't wanted around here, Quirt.

You take your hands off of Charmaine.

You want my hands off of Charmaine,

you come on and take 'em off.

- No, no. We must be friends.

- With you around?

Flagg, this lady

is my fiance, remember?

- You engaged me to her.

- Well, I changed my mind.

She's my fiance now,

and I'm gonna marry her.

- Don't fight, please.

- Charmaine, get behind the bar.

Get out of here, Flagg.

Beat it! Go get a girl of your own.

- Quirt, you're drunk.

- Both of us.

- Yeah, both of us.

- What are you gonna do about it?

What are we gonna do about it?

I'm gonna have a drink.

Both of us.

Pour, Charmaine, pour.

And pour one

for the sergeant too.

'Cause this is the last thing

you'll ever do for him.

Flagg, I think it's only fair to warn you

that I am a sole survivor...

of seven catastrophes...

each of which was calculated

to carry off every man jack...

in the immediate neighborhood

as well as adjacent.

So if there was to be a catastrophe of

any dimensions...

in the near future

in this here vicinity...

I have expectations of

survival exceeding your own.

- Have one on me.

- Thanks, I will.

Quirt, your method of expression is

complicated by the fact that...

your tongue is as

thick as your head.

But if you contemplate any trouble...

I think it's only fair to warn you

that among other things...

you forgot to

bring along your gun.

Have a drink on me.

Thanks, I will.

I'll tell you what

I'll do with you, Flagg.

I'll take you outside with

two of those little toys at 50 yards.

And you, the best pistol shot

in the corps?

Why, you'd put a bullet

through my carburetor...

as easy as pitching

a penny through a well.

- Come again and have another drink on me.

- Thank you. I will.

I'll take you on any way you want,

you little baboon.

I can outthink, outshoot

and outdrink ya.

There ain't nothing I can't do any better

than you. Have one on me.

Thanks, I will.

Quirt, the time has come

for you to say good night.

Flagg, did you ever know of me leaving

a place before I was ready to leave?

No. But tonight I'm gonna see it

for the first time.

Stop it! Stop it!

You don't ask me who I marry!

You think I'm going to marry

the one that is not dead!

- It's a cinch you ain't gonna

marry the one that is.

- I'm going to marry the one I choose.

- All right, choose.

I... I love you both.

All right, then I'll choose,

'cause I got the gun.

Are you gonna go

jump in the canal...

or is it gonna take six pallbearers to

put you there?

- Take your hands out of your pocket.

- I haven't got a gun, remember?

Just a pair of dice.

I'll shoot you for her.

Kiper, is Quirt

crooked with the dice?

He's got a pair of dice

that oughta be in the circus.

- All right, then, a hand of poker.

- Poker?

Sure. The man that wins

gets the gun.

The man that loses gets a head start.

Everybody wins, see?

One gets the girl, the other gets to

stay in bed the rest of this war.

- Charmaine, go on, get the cards.

- Captain, I wouldn't do that.

Close your hatch!

I'll try anything once, soldier.

- Go on, Charmaine, get the cards.

- Please, Capitaine, please.

Don't worry about me. I'm indestructible.

Go ahead, get 'em.

- Have a drink.

- Come on, Quirt. I'll call the M.P.s.

- You belong in...

- Get out of here!

Kiper, march through that door,

and if you stick your neck in once...

before the game is over,

I'll wreck you for life.

- Now, are you gonna go, or do I demonstrate?

- Get out!

- Sit down, Captain Flagg.

- Thanks.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Charmaine.

Now, upstairs.

- Cut.

- Gun on the table between us.

Charmaine, upstairs!

- Captain Flagg in there?

- Don't go in there.

- Why not?

- Listen, you didn't get killed

at the front, did you?

- No.

- Well, what's the sense of

getting killed in the saloon?

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