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Many people
have asked why I joined

the French Foreign Legion
and there is no clear answer.

I was going nowhere in a hurry.

I hadn't told anyone the
English army turned me down.

I was fresh out of
ideas, so I went

in search of a
different destiny.

Murray, Simon Murray.

I've come to enlist
in the Legion.

This
is not a place

for frustrated
businessmen, Mr. Murray.

Do you wish to assume
a new identity?

I have
nothing to hide, sir.

Five
years, Mr. Murray.

Five years is the minimum
contract with no way out,

unless of course you are
captured by the rebels,

in which case you will wish
you had been killed in action.

No, sign here.

You leave for Algeria
in the morning.

ALGERIA
1960

Algeria has been a French colony
for more than 127 years.

The French colonies
were called Pied Noir - "Black Feet".

For generations, they lived peacefully
side by side with the Arab population.

But now, Arab nationalists
have holed up in the mountains

and are fighting
for their independence.

The French Foreign Legion
is called in

to protect the state's interests
and put down the uprisings.

FOREIGN LEGION

These are all
your possessions?

Yes, sir.

Open it.

You will need this.

What is this?

It's my diary, sir.

Take it.

Poems, you like poems?

Go.

Yes, I like poems.

I loved my books.

My boyhood heroes
were Nelson, Burton,

Speak, Stanley, and Livingston.

Heroes that fed my dreams.

I had also read about the
Legion and conjured up

ideas of rushing around
the desert on a camel,

resting at an oasis, or wearing

a hat with a cloth
that covers your neck.

I think secretly most
English boys have

harbored romantic ideas
about joining the Legion.

Even Errol Flynn had
been in the Legion.

What more of a
recommendation did I need?

I got a letter from Louisa.

She's forgiven me.

She wants me back.

Bit late for that now, huh?

My wife, she is
strong like a bull.

We, we fight and...

And it's normal to love.

Oh, my darling Vascuito.

I cannot live without you.

I will never, ever kick
you like a dog again.

Oh, Louisa, my little
bitch, do it again please.

I love it when you hit me.

You know, uh,
you sound French.

I thought that Frenchmen weren't
allowed to join the legion.

My friend, Dupont, here

doesn't like too many questions.

Thibault.

Please sit.

Welcome to Mascara.

I'm Lieutenant Thibault,
your commanding officer.

Sergent Crepelli,
Corporal Muller.

Here we will turn you into
soldiers worthy to serve in the

world's finest fighting force.

You see these legionaries?

Eight month ago, they
were just like you

and today they're ready to
fight with pride and honor.

Your training will be tough.

This is war time.

We don't need you weak.

We don't need you dead.

We need you invincible.

That's what the legion is about.

Monsieur, bon chance.

Viva la legion!

Viva la legion!

Scum!

Scum of the earth.

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Shit, the stench.

Crepelli make them
crawl through sewers.

But they are lucky, they
could have been sent to

Coulomb Bousher.

Where's that?

That is a port in desert
where hell and earth meet.

Hurry,
get on with it!

Faster, overtake
him if you have to!

Faster, Murray!

Faster!

English?

Yeah?

Are you afraid of heights?

This is easy, just
don't look down, yeah?

Whoa.

One, two, three.

Yeah?

Who's that one who helps?

Murray, sir.

Murray.

One, two, one, two, one two.

Hmm.

What are we doing
in this shit hole?

I'm a farmer.

I want to go home.

Why don't you tell the big
shots you made a mistake?

You
think I don't try?

They can't let
anybody go, Vasco.

If they did, this
place would be empty.

Your cupboard is clean?

Your cupboard is clean?

No sir!

Then clean it up!

Is this yours?

Yes, sergeant.

Is this yours?

Yes, sergeant!

Yes, sergeant!

In the legion, the dead
must be buried with honors.

Let's clean this up.

In the legion,
we bury our own.

For a mosquito so large,

the grave must be deep.

Start digging, Murray.

And the rest of you start
cleaning up this mess.

Yes, sergeant!

Oh!

Caruso, come here.

No more singing.

Hey, Crepelli, I'm
ready for a beer.

Keep digging, Murray.

What did I do?

Why, I don't understand?

Fucking animals.

Thank you.

That cut needs attending.

I'll come with the medic.

No, I'm going home.

You're in no shape
to make a run for it.

No, I don't care.

Listen.

But no amount
of talking to Vasco could make

him see the bigger picture.

By now, my dreams of a rollicking
adventure in the style of

Errol Flynn were
ground into dust.

Thankfully, we could always
count on Dupont to keep our

spirits alive.

Oh, good morning Mr. Murray.

Vasco, I was just
been into town.

There's a wonderful cafe,
beautiful women, who love

the legion.

You will proceed two
by two with your riffle.

On no account will
you drop your riffle.

Your riffle is your
lifeline against the Fell.

If you relax for just one
second, it might be your last.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

Good god, man,
he isn't a Fell.

What, do you have
a problem, Murray?

Catch!

Nice throw, Murray.

See me before our pel tonight.

I have a job for you.

You're going to the coast
to fetch me some seawater.

Oh yeah, Murray, that was
very impressive.

The beach?

That's a four hour run.

Don't worry, I have an idea.

Okay, continue

All you need
now, is a little bouquet.

Oh, oh, just a little, oh.

Hold this.

Okay.

Now, I stole some salt
from the refectoire.

Sorry.

Shake this.

Now, Murray, listen.

I want you to stay
here in this bush.

And when this says four hours
gone, you'll run back as fast

as you can to Muller.

That way you look
all sweaty and shit.

You're absolutely
barking, this'll never work.

Come in, Murray.

Recruit Murray.

Did you have a
pleasant evening, Murray?

Never felt better, corporal.

Good.

You have the bottle for me?

Thank you.

Uh-uh, not so fast.

Dismissed.

Dupont.

Dupont.

Huh?

You're an absolute
bloody genius.

He swallowed it.

Literally swallowed it.

No, it works?

You son of a bitch.

No, down!

Get down!

On you knees, rapide!

Infants learn to crawl
before they can walk.

On your stomach, til I tell
you you're ready to march.

Ground!

You're useless.

You can't even crawl.

Hey.

With permission, sir.

Oui.

Murray.

Just go with it

You know, you are
one lucky bastard.

What legionnaire allows Crepelli
to kick the fucking shit

out of you?

If you don't do
exactly what he says.

I think that Murray
and I did you a favor.

So now you want
me to thank you?

I can't eat this shit.

Just pass your plate over.

There's never enough
food around here.

That's good.

One of the ways that
they try to beat us down.

Starve us, make us weak.

So, we don't rebel.

Treat us more like criminals.

Well, some of us are.

Speak for yourself, Claudius.

As they call him in the papers.

Still got the
Picasso stashed away?

What do you peasants
know about art?

I am not a criminal.

I want to talk to Muller.

They've got to let me go.

Cheers.

So tell me, Dupont,
what brings you here?

I'm here for the training.

There's no formal training
for crusaders these days.

C'mon.

There's gotta be
more to this story.

Let's just say that um, I
needed a place to lay low for

awhile.

My brother, he
was in the legion.

Seemed like a good
idea at the time.

And you, your parents, do
they know you're here, or?

My father walked out on
my mother before I was born.

I was told he'd been
killed in the war.

I always imagined
him as this big hero.

I never found out he was
still alive until I was 15.

I still haven't met him.

Some hero, huh?

One day I will have a son.

And I will love him so well.

I've always been a sucker
for a good pair for legs.

To women.

Mm, and great legs.

I knew it.

He's gone back to his bull.

Well, let's just hope he
doesn't end up in Coulomb

Bousher.

Yeah.

Or worse.

Hmm?

I'm going to bed.

And don't anybody bother me
if somebody else decides to

fuck off.

I got to hear
the BBC from time to time.

It was quite an emotional
experience hearing New Year's

Eve in London with Big Ben
ringing in the background.

I felt like I was missing
something huge in those moments.

There were so many real
moments of solitude.

Thoughts of where am I and when
I going to get out of this?

There wasn't one of us who
hadn't considered desertion,

or who did not, in the face of
this cold blooded brutality,

feel secretly afraid.

But the worst thing you
could do was desert.

That had been drilled into us.

To desert, you would have
to be quite brave or have

completely lost your mind.

I wasn't sure which
was the case for Vasco.

You killed my friend.

Why wouldn't
you listen to him?

He just wanted to go home.

Save it for your maker.

Vasco deserted last night
and was caught by the Fell.

He was tortured and left to die.

The legion cannot protect you
if you don't follow the rules.

Vasco made the wrong choice.

You don't have to.

What is your name?

Dupont.

Your feelings are understandable,
but your actions are

unacceptable.

Corporal Mueller.

Send Dupont to the tumble.

Murray will lead the men
in a group punishment.

Move it.

When you have
filled up your rucksack, pick up

your helmet, collect your riffle
and make two lines in front

of me.

Okay, pick up your helmet,
pick up your riffle, two lines.

Where the lining?

Okay, attention.

This is the pelota.

You have Murray and
Dupont to thank for it.

Move it.

Crawl!

You're gonna make your bed
and then you're gonna lie

in it.

Start digging.

Do it.

Faster.

Murray.

I could have sent you
to Coulomb Bausher.

And I did not.

Why?

Because I believe that you
and Dupont will make good

soldiers.

Do not prove me wrong.

Go back with the others.

You will not move.

You will not speak.

I must admit, I've never
spent a birthday quite like it.

It's your birthday?

Yeah.

I'm 20 today.

Hey Johnny.

Thanks for the pelota.

Hey Dupont?

Here.

Oh, oh thanks Murray.

I'll see you
tomorrow my friend.

Vasco would have loved this.

Yeah, yeah.

The truth is, I just sat by
and watched those sadists beat

him.

What kind of a man
does that make me?

A sensible one.

I mean, none of us had a choice.

He should have never
joined the legion.

But Vasco had always big plans.

He even wanted to blow
up Franco's train.

You were terrorists?

No, no.

We were just kids then.

I mean, not until Dupont
tried to turn us into basque

freedom fighters.

And I got to say, Vasco was
much better in a tractor than in

a tank.

God.

What are we going to tell Lucia?

I think you must
write this letter.

Yeah, I will.

Are you married, Benito?

The women, they love me.

How can I choose?

They love him, they love him.

I only want one.

There's this girl, Jennifer.

Jennifer.

Oh, you should see her.

She's heartbreakingly beautiful.

I told her if she didn't
marry me, I'd join the legion.

I was only joking.

You joke?

You are a man of your word.

So, she took you up on this.

Mien God.

Yeah.

If only the Fell were as easy
to track down as you ladies.

Congratulations,
legionnaire Murray.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Viva le legion!

Viva le legion!

Sorry, my money's got
a mommy's name on it.

Whooo!

Hey Dupont,
where is this bar huh?

Bravo, bravo.

Never try that sober.

Patricia, this is my friend
Simon I was telling you about.

Champaigne on the house
boys, that was a class act.

Ah, you are the class
act, mademoiselle.

Au chante.

Nicole, Nicole, come meet
this charming Englishman.

Perhaps he can help
you with your studies.

Nicole is studying
English at the Lizet.

She is?

Smashing.

I taught English at La Sorbonne
before joining the legion.

Dupont, Dupont,
what's she saying?

Baby, I think she likes you.

Yeah?

I'll tell you, eh.

That Patricia, she has legs
that are going to wrap around

me twice.

Ohlala, baby.

No, no, no, no, her
friend was so nice, Murray.

I think she figured out
you don't speak much French.

Ah, but this
guy's a murder-rah.

I speak zee international
language of love.

Hey, your
head must be flat.

Seriously, I think
I will go tomorrow.

Murray, Murray, do you
want to come with me?

Murray?

Uh, no, no thank you.

News from England
always made me feel like I

was missing out on something.

The normal life I'd left behind.

How could Jennifer, or any
of my friends, relate to what

I was doing?

What I was going through?

And most importantly, what
it felt like being here.

I still wasn't sure
what was going on.

Too many forces at work.

I'd only been given half the
story and there were still too

many unanswered questions.

I needed to find out more.

I just want some tea.

Just for a moment.

You're English?

Yes.

The French, they
treat us like animals.

They are sure to keep
us under the thumbs.

Please, sit down.

But without the French,
where would this place be?

Perhaps there is
some truth in that.

But my people, who are native
to this country, have nothing

yet the French, protected
by the mighty legion, have

everything.

Are you sure you're
in the right place?

I understand
what you're saying.

And if I could be out of this
country and back in England

I'd be there in a second.

I just found out my girl back
home is marrying another man.

And I'm stuck here.

Well you're learning
to unburden yourself.

This is good.

Could
you do me a favor?

If I gave you some money,
would you send this off for me?

No, I can't...

Please,
it belonged to her.

I can't keep it.

A letter.

The address is on this letter.

Thank you.

Inshallah.

May your heart mend quickly.

This is a good start.

Inshallah.

God willing.

What an eye opening experience.

After all, we are
all just human.

These markets and their
teeming population, they are

the real key to this struggle.

Once their support is
lost, then so is the war.

It's meerly a question of time.

Monsieur.

Nicole!

What are you doing here?

This is not a place for
Europeans at the moment, it could

be dangerous.

You speak English.

Come with me.

This
place is amazing.

How did you find it?

I used to
come here as a girl.

My friends and I
used to play house.

And is there anybody playing
house with you these days?

Oh, no.

I don't have time for games.

Oh really?

How about the one you were
playing with me last night?

Sorry about that.

So, what were you doing
in the Arab quarter?

I hardly know anything
about this country.

I wanted to see how people live.

Well, I'll have to show you.

I'd like that.

Pied-Noir, black feet.

Black from the soil of
Africa, where I was born.

It must be awful to be unwanted
in a country you call your

own.

But that's just the point.

This is France.

And no one has any idea how
hard we'll fight to keep it

that way.

But at what price?

That bomb today killed
innocent people.

My first memory is of a bomb.

I was in a dormitory
during the London blitz.

With about 20 other children.

I remember they all screamed
their lungs out, but I didn't

cry.

I was silent with fear.

There's certainly a lot
of wide open space here.

Why didn't you just
share it with the Arabs?

After all, they were
here before you.

So was Rome, remember?

But this belongs to France now.

It belongs to us.

Who do you think
built this road?

If you really want to know
me, you must accept this.

I'll do my best.

Then start with
aie je ne Francais!

Aie je ne Francais!

You better hurry up, Simon,
we have to move pronto.

Some Arabs in French army
just killed a commanding

officer.

And quarters thinks their
hiding in the hills just south

from here.

We're off to flush them out.

We're going
to see some action.

All hell's going to break loose.

Yeah, they accompany the
legion on every operation.

They even have their own tent.

How about that, English?

I bet your fancy British
regiment don't tolerate such

comfort.

We know you are hiding
the men we're looking for.

They are wanted for murdering
their French officers.

You don't understand?

Get inside, move it.

Movie it, get inside.

Get in there, move it!

Dupont, burn it.

Whoa.

I will help you,
I will help you.

Get moving.

Take cover!

Take cover!

Get across the river,
across the river!

Comrades, push
forward, push forward.

Mueller, Cover me.

C'mon, get up,
stay strong, c'mon.

Shit.

C'mon.

Move it.

Move it, Rodriguez.

C'mon, move it.

Oh, Christ.

You're gonna be fine.

You just stay with me,
you keep breathing.

C'mon, Rodriguez, you're not
gonna get out of this that

easy, you hear me?

You hear me?

You just stay with me,
you keep breathing, yeah?

Somebody help me!

We had spent
many days and months walking

through these mountains.

I'd been in the legion for a
long time now and I'd grown

up in a way that could never
have happened in England.

I could stand on my own in
a world that was completely

foreign.

I'd created a new family.

There was a sense of comradery
that you only get with going

through hell together.

And I had been through my own
personal hell just the day

before.

Fuck is the matter
with you, Murray?

I'm sorry!

Okay, I'm sorry.

Shit!

It's that cave yesterday, I
can't get it out of my head.

So you vindicate your actions
by getting us both killed?

Hmm?

Were there any arms hidden
in that cave, Murray?

There could have been.

It all happened so fast.

Could have been.

I hardly think they would
have left a child in charge of

an arms cash, do you?

Oh shit.

This is all too real.

What the fuck am I doing here?

Mon ami.

I think if you can find the
answer to this question,

then maybe all of this
will be worthwhile.

Hmm?

We're trying to clear a path
through to the next village.

The enemy has entrenched
the top of the next peak.

Enemy fire is heavy.

Repeat, enemy fire is heavy.

Go ahead, Murray,
I'll cover you.

An officer of the
disembois is coming tonight,

to check if we got
the right ones.

Those two snipers we killed
today, sir, they're the ones

we're looking for,
I'm sure of it.

I need the photos.

Mueller, they need to be I.D.ed.

Send Murray right away.

Well, what are
you waiting for?

You pissing yourself,
you little English prick?

You heard what Mueller said.

This job calls for a man.

No, just an animal.

You can frandumpel through
the other one yourself,

Frau Murray.

Show us what you got, Murray.

Nothing, take them away.

Dismissed.

I'll take care
of this for you.

Are we savages, Dupont?

We are legionnaires.

Take my advice, Murray.

Don't feel so much.

Feelings are dangerous.

They make you lose
your mind out here.

Don't feel and don't think.

Wash your hands.

Ah, looks good, man.

Good.

Hey, Schreiber.

Hey, supper, soup, muy caliente.

Hey, try some.

Thanks.

Good?

We call it sopa de los muertos.

Hey, help yourself my friend.

Thanks man.

Thesurprise announcement
comes on the

end of a year with
intensified violence...

Hey Valdes!

And
casualties estimated to be in the

thousands, as Arab
nationalists...

And de Gaulle is going to
give Algeria back to the Arabs.

Isn't it about time?

Almost all the British
colonies are now independent.

Those are some British
colonies, not a first.

No, I can understand.

I can see both
sides of the story.

But surely it's wrong to
oppress people in their own

country.

I've seen the way some of
the French treat the Arabs.

You're in the
French foreign legion.

De Gaulle had
been in Algeria, outlining

his reasons why the country's
Muslims should be given the

opportunity of deciding
their own future.

But, he was desperate for a
solution, not for the sake of

peace, but for the sake
of France's economy.

The endless fighting was
draining French coffers and

France would soon be
an economic wreck.

De Gaulle wanted the country
independent, but still

somehow tied to France.

Would that ever be possible?

May Allah be with you.

Do you wish to pray?

No, your holiness.

I know nothing of your customs.

I just wanted to see
this beautiful place.

Come.

This was not always
just a place of worship.

It was once also a university,
filled with young men, like

yourself.

It's so peaceful.

I wish that I had
attended university.

There's so much I
would like to learn.

I miss the days when the
students crowded these rooms.

Now they have
better things to do.

They fight the
French.

But when the madness ends,
they will come back, because

madness does not last and the
life of the soul is eternal.

I tell you, there
will be no solution without

the Arabs.

They'll
never share power with us.

Without French control, they'll
kick us out or murder us

in our beds.

If that big head de Gaulle
dares to sell us out, he'll have

a civil war on his hands.

With nine million Arabs,
that'll be quite an ordeal, no?

It takes a Pied-Noir, or
at least a Frenchman, to

understand what is going
on here and you're neither,

so keep your mouth
shut, Anglais.

I'm sorry, my cousin became
completely crazy ever since

de Gaulle's announcement.

It's OK.

It's you I came to see.

You live here?

Now you know why
I like it so much.

It's beautiful.

Attention!

Bonjour, monsieur.

We just received orders
from legion headquarters.

We are to resist any attempt
by general de Gaulle to grant

independence to Algeria.

The legion has already taken
control of key government

offices in the capitol.

The marines are starting
to build the forces at

the airport.

Our job is to take it now,
before they get a proper

foothold.

Monsieur, bonne chance.

Et viva la legion.

Viva la legion!

Sir, are we really part
of a coup against France?

We're the legion.

We have our orders.

But sir, there are already
rumors that the legion will be

sent in to
assassinate de Gaulle.

Murray, you're not
here to evaluate policy.

Just to carry out orders.

Yes, sir.

As I am.

Thibault was right.

We weren't paid to think, but
how could you not question

this?

- Question what was right?
- ALGERIA

What was wrong?

What was simply crazy?

The cheering crowds of Pied-Noir
saw us as their salvation,

but I doubted that we were the
ones with the right answer.

They think we're going to
save them from de Gaulle.

There's more than enough of
us to bring this man to his

knees.

Like Marie Antoinette.

You're not seriously suggesting
you want to be involved

in a coup.

Or even if the legion, first.

Or else, they would
never let this happen.

I didn't sign up
to kill Frenchmen.

They're French,
they're traitors.

If you do not leave the
premises now, we will remove you

forcibly.

Leave this area, immediately.

You have no right to be here.

Get out!

Get back!

So, what next?

We wait.

We get dropped in on Paris,
then we kick de Gaulle out on

his ass.

Ah, a
dinner at Martin's.

Sounds good.

What did you mean back there?

Hmm?

About the OAS?

Nothing, just that
they're like us.

They're fighting to
keep Algeria French.

By planting bombs
in the Kasbah?

Or murdering civilians?

I think it's a little
more complicated than that.

This country will
be free from France.

You can see it in the streets.

Nothing's going to stop that.

The OAS are just gonna drag
it out in a bloody mess.

You know, it's like with
this girl I wanted to marry.

I know.

She meant the world to me.

Everything I always wanted.

Do you get my point?

You've got to know when to
cut your loses and move on.

And it's the same
with Algiers Francais.

Yeah.

I think you're a
wise man, Mr. Murray.

And maybe the Arabs will
have their independence.

I don't think it's our
place to wonder how or why.

I'm just glad you're not
getting mixed up in it all.

This is truly revolting.

Bon appetit.

We keep this airport
secure until further notice.

We could
hang for this, you know?

Nobody lives forever.

You got
the submachine guns?

I got two.

I had been
questioning where the legion's

loyalty lay and all the while
the biggest betrayal of my

life was taking place
right beside me.

My cherished friend
has his own loyalties.

And the treachery he was
committing left a deadness in my

soul.

So tell me,
Dupont, what brings you here?

I'm
here for the training.

There's no formal training
for crusaders these days.

My friend, Dupont,
here doesn't like too many

questions.

The French,
they treat us like animals.

They are sure to keep
us under the thumbs.

Are
we savages, Dupont?

We
are legionnaires.

Don't feel so much.

Feelings are dangerous.

This is France.

No one has any idea how hard
we'll fight to keep it that

way.

They'll
never share power with us.

Without French control they'll
kick us out or murder us in

our beds.

I miss the days
with the students crowded

these rooms.

Now they have
better things to do.

They fight the French.

What did you
mean back there about the OAS?

They're like us.

They're fighting to
keep Algeria French.

This country
will be free from France.

Aie
je ne Francais!

The politics,
the positioning of our leaders.

It was all too much but out
of the confusion it became

clear that I had to take a
stand and confront Dupont.

You didn't get much
sleep last night, no?

If I hadn't seen it with my
own eyes I never would have

believed it.

You fucking traitor.

Traitor!

Puta, break it up!

Break it up, Dupont.

C'mon, Dupont, why do you
tell everyone what you've been

up to, eh?

Why don't you tell everybody
what a coward you are?

Slow down!

What the fuck are you doing?

The coup leaders
surrendered last night.

It's over.

We're heading back to Mascara.

Pack up your kit.

The coup
was technically over.

Men who still wanted to fight
for what was perhaps now a

lost cause were deserting in
large numbers to the secret

underground army, the OAS.

They were determined
to keep Algeria French.

At this point it was anybody's
guess who would remain loyal

to the legion.

I thought I'd
better check on you.

Thank God it was
you and not Mueller.

Murray, what the hell is
going on between you and Dupont?

You mean you didn't know
that he's smuggling our arms to

the OAS?

With Schreiber as
his business partner?

What am I supposed to do
with this information, huh?

Should I turn him in?

Would you?

I know Dupont.

If he's gotten involved,
it's for a good reason.

And I know you.

You'll do the right thing too.

Stay awake, soldier.

Sir.

May I have a moment of
your time, please sir?

Murray, what's on your mind?

Listen, Murray, you
have til tonight.

That's all the time
I can give you.

If they're not back
for tonight's apel,

I have no choice but to
consider them deserters.

And orders now are that all
deserters must be found and

shot on site.

I understand, sir.

And Murray, I will have no
way to protect you, either.

Nicole!

Have you seen Dupont?

In the mosque.

Where are you going?

France.

You're leaving?

But this is your home.

You said you'd
fight til the end.

It's over, I have to go.

Well, let me help you.

Just let me go.

Where's Patricia?

She's dead.

If you don't let
me go, I'm next.

She's dead?

How?

The Fell.

Took them awhile to figure
out two little girls were

planting bombs in the Kasbah.

That day, that was you?

I thought you understood.

You let me down, Simon.

Dupont was right, you
don't stand for anything.

Goodbye, Simon.

Okay, now I'm going to ask
you this question one more

time.

Who bombed the cafe?

Please, I don't
know what you're talking about.

Who killed my Patricia?

Oh, hello Murray.

Please,
I sent your book.

I know him, please,
I sent your book.

Hey.

You know him?

Oh, then maybe you should
finish the job off yourself.

We need to talk, Dupont.

Let him go, Schreiber.

Hey, hey...

He's slime, Simon.

You can't do this, Dupont.

They have to pay.

I'm so sorry about
Patricia, okay?

Nicole told me.

But this?

This is not the answer.

Mindless Terrorism and torture?

Aren't these the kind of
things you fought against?

Under our noses,
the entire time.

Perfect!

Turn them in when we get back
and they will decorate you.

Murray, you know, in the
legion, I am a dead man.

Besides...

I want to go to the OAS.

The French?

That's the problem, isn't it?

You've made this personal.

But think about it.

This isn't Valdes's crusade.

Schreiber, he's in
it for the money.

Is it fair to lead all
these men into lawlessness?

Hanging death sentences
over their heads, for you?

No.

You can all come back and
there will be no repercussions.

I will never understand
why you think that the Arabs

should benefit from a century
or somebody else's sweat.

Come out now or you'll
all be shot as deserters.

Murray, Dupont, come out
now or you'll all be shot as

deserters.

You are a good man, Murray.

This is your last chance.

Come out now or you will
all be shot as deserters.

You two,
go with Murray.

I will round up the prisoners
and I will be out in one

minute.

Is that it?

Where are the others?

Where's Dupont?

He's rounding up
some of the Fell?

He's got two minutes.

Then we go in after him.

There's
an old legion poem.

I had a friend.

A better one you could not find.

In peace, or in war.

We were like brothers.

Marching to the same step.

But a bullet pierced the air.

No!

Which
one of us was hit?

Look who fell to the ground.

You lay in the dust.

My heart was torn apart.

You reached out your hand.

But I took a stand.

And in honor, I fired my gun.

So, goodbye, my brother.

Between heaven and earth, I
will not desert you again.

Captain Thibault.

Sergeant Murray.

Bon chance, Murray.

Hey, viva la legion.

Viva la legion.

FOREIGN LEGION

Having the second thoughts?

Missed me, huh?

Not really.

Oh, I think you need a drink.

Huh, I believe this
is your property.

How the hell did you
get your hands on this?

People never
tire of asking me why I joined

the legion.

It's taken some time to come
to terms with those five years.

But now I tell them, that I
discovered that it's not about

testing yourself to the limits,
nor finding out about your

mental self, it's really
all about finding your soul.

It's about getting off the
path, for that is where the

freedom lies.

So I say, do not follow
where the path may lead.

Go instead to where there is
no path and leave a trail.

"Hope is a great source of strength."
- Simon Murray

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