All language subtitles for Beau Geste 5

Disgusting,

seven days confined to barracks.

Dismissed.

There was nothing
wrong with his kit, I saw it.

He's right. Perfect.

Why did he do it?
Because he is crazy.

It's not fair, Beau.
I wonder you didn't sock him one.

Don't you see, Dig,
that's just what he wants.

He's out to get me.

One! Two! One! Two!
One! Two! One! Two!

Come along, up, up, up.

Halt!

Dismiss!

Not you, Chauvin!

Up.

So, you have seen
better things on flypaper.

You have not finished yet,

double march.

All right, come along, in here.

Soldiers (inaudible).

Hey, new recruits are at
the far end of the chambre.

Hey, out.

You, move.

Pardon me, friend.

Legionnaire de premiere classe,
Saint-Andre, at your service.

My deepest regrets, but
one has privileges.

That Lejaune sure is
crazy as a hoot owl.

It reminds me of the time I
wrestled with a grizzly bear.

Only I think I liked the bear better.

I shot me a grizzly bear, I have.

They ain't immortal.

Are you feeling better?

Go away, Boldini.

I mean it, go on, scoot.

I don't want you here.

Go back to your master, Lejaune.

Go lick his hand, like the
good little doggy that you are.

Is it my fault you had a
bottle of cognac in your kit?

It's your fault he
found out about it.

You're a rattlesnake with a
silent rattle, that's what you are.

You bring trouble to yourself.

First you make Lejaune hate you,
then you give him reason to punish you.

You make it easy for him.

That don't let you off the hook.

I still say you're Lejaune's spy.

You can do no wrong in his eyes.

Why does he give you
no dirty jobs to do?

We all get them.
You? Never.

He makes you his orderly,

a nice soft job.

Why you?

I do not know.

Why don't you ask him?

Perhaps it is because I
knew him before the Legion.

You knew him? Where?

On the rubber station in the
Belgian Congo, he was a manager.

Yes. And you know what they say?

Lejaune was kicked out

for the way he treated the native workers.

There was talk of torture and atrocities.

Ah, you're just a gossip.
There was no proof.

Two missionaries reported
his crimes to the authorities.

I can just see Lejaune
torturing helpless Africans.

And enjoying it.
Ah!

You are not one of his
favorites, either, Mr. Brown.

But you are clever.

You give him no cause to
make life unpleasant for you

as he would like.

You do not lose your temper.

I admire your self-control.

A virtue one learns on the playing
fields of Eton, my dear Maris.

The time may come when
Lejaune will lose his patience.

Surely.

You ready, Dig?

Johnny?

I'll come down later.

Letter to Isobel?

Yes, letter to Isobel.

Another one?

Aren't you rather overdoing it?

Don't worry, I've told
him exactly what to say.

Except for the
billing and cooing…

That's very good,
Monsieur Bolidar.

Here is your friend.

He's quite mad, you know?

Absolutely insane.

Insane and in-charge.

What your American friend said,

about me being Lejaune's informer,

it is not true.

What do you want, Boldini? You
didn't follow us here just to tell us that.

You have made your mind up, Monsieur?
What about?

About the talk we had, about
all of us combining in a gang,

equal shares.

Ah yes,

to inform Senior Boldini
of our decision number one.

Yes, of course.

Now then Boldini,

what makes you think
you're fit to join our gang?

The French police
could tell you that.

You mean, you're
known to the police.

You've a prison record?
I have been in prison.

That disqualifies you right away.

You're a marked man.

You are not known
to the English police?

We've never been caught.

I also have done many
jobs and not been caught.

What jobs?

Pinching candlesticks from a church?

Emptying the poor box?

Tell me this.

Supposing we decide to steal a
ceremonial sword from the King of Egypt.

How would you
suggest we proceed?

Well…

I do not know.
Quite beyond your powers, you see?

Yes. Well,

I have one thing you do not:
local knowledge.

If you get something valuable,

jewels, perhaps,

that you try to sell here in Sidi,

I know where you
would get the best price.

Look old chap, you stay
in your own little backwater,

you're happy there, you belong there.

Why try to scale the heights
when God meant you for the plains?

You are the leader, Mr. Brown.
That is what you also think?

You don't think perhaps as garçon de thé?

No, I agree.

Sorry, Boldini. Not even as tea boy.

You put on fine airs, my friend.

Well, take care you're not
pulled down from your throne.

Thank you, Emily.

You see in very
good spirits today.

Hmm, I had a letter
this morning from John.

A letter? Where is he?

Is Beau with him?
He didn't say.

You mean, you're not telling?
He didn't mention Beau or Digby.

May one ask where John is?
In Africa.

Africa. Then Beau
will be there too.

You want him to get away?

That's simply isn't true.

You haven't contacted
the police yet.

I wish to avoid a scandal.

Uncle Hector won't worry about scandal

when he learns that the
Blue Water has been stolen.

He'll blame you for
letting them get away.

But you don't care because
you can't bear the thought

of your precious Beau being in prison.

I'm as disappointed and hurt
by Michael's behavior as you are.

When is Uncle Hector coming back?

He has postponed his homecoming
to go hunting bear in Kashmir.

Apparently, the tigers in the
Central Provinces disappointed him.

He wants to return
on a note of triumph,

lots of skins and heads.
I'll never see Beau again.

I know that now.

And neither will you.

Escouade, attention!

Well done, Brown,

you have passed out
best recruit in this squad.

Thank you, sir.

Do you intend to make a
career in the Foreign Legion?

I'm not sure sir.

My future at the moment is
clouded over with uncertainty.

You could do well.

To the man of ability
promotion can come quickly.

You might make sergeant one day,

even sergeant-major.

So, now Capt. Renouf
sings his praises.

Well done, Brown,

you could be a sergeant,

even a sergeant-major.

And Brown is a good
soldier, eh, Chef?

Renouf congratulated me for
making him a model legionnaire.

Every day, you wait for him to
make a mistake,

waiting like a hawk,
ready to sink your claws into him,

but he does not make mistakes.

Not even a little one.
He will.

He will break.

It'll be a long time
before he does.

Perhaps you do not have to wait.

Perhaps there is a way
you can strike at him now.

You know something against him?

He has done nothing
wrong as a soldier.

It is something else,
but it can be used against him.

What?

Speaking of promotion is it
not time that a man of my talents

and experience was promoted to Corporal?

Aargh!
What do you know about him?

He and his brothers are a gang.

They pulled off a big robbery in
London and joined the Legion to lie low.

Boldini, if this is another
one of your inventions...

It's true. They're thieves,
gentlemen thieves.

How do you know this?

In Marseille, I
happened to read a letter.

It was in the pocket of
Legionnaire John Smith.

It was a letter from Brown

confessing to the theft of
something called the Blue Water.

The Blue Water, what is that?

Here in Sidi one night,
I heard them talking.

It is a jewel worth 30,000 English
pounds. I heard Brown say so.

He carries it with him in
a pouch around his waist.

Does anybody else know about this?

Not even their friends, the Americans.

So,

he is in possession
of stolen property,

30,000 pounds, you said, Boldini.

Yes, Chef.
Get the jewel.

But how?
That is up to you, but get it.

What's your answer?

I don't like it.
What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid. Nor am I a
fool to act without thinking.

And me neither.
Hey, look amici,

let's sit down, let's
talk calmly, no?

Have a cigar.

I'll tell you what you'll do now.

You change beds with me,
it'll make it easier for you.

We could still get caught.
What happens then?

Well you're as
good a man as he is.

He is popular, this boy. You know
what the Legion does to thieves?

I don't want to be pinned
to the barrack-room table

with bayonets for my hands and ears.

What about his brothers, and
his friends, the Americans?

What about your friends?

What about Sergeant-Major Lejaune?

If someone makes a row when
Corporal Dupre reports a man to him

and I give my evidence
as an eyewitness?

Brothers, you say?
Aren't Lejaune and I like brothers?

Hey, Boldini, why
don't you do it yourself?

I am going to be made corporal.

I mustn't be mixed up in any trouble.

When I'm a corporal, I
shall look after my friends.

You say he carries
the jewel in a pouch?

That's right.

"Like a kangaroo," he said.
I heard it.

And he wears it all the time?

Day and night. And there's a
thousand francs for you to bring it to me.

And all you do is sit
back and wait for us

to bring the jewel to you, huh?

I take all the risks
of trying to sell it.

You make our job sound too easy.

Santa Maria, one of you
gets him and holds him,

the other one gets the jewel. You
run back to your beds in the dark.

It is easy.

A child could do it.

Come, what do you think?

We'll think about it.

What is there to think about?

You heard, my friend, we'll
have to think it over, eh?

So they went away
with nothing settled?

Exactly.

What do you think they'll do?

I cannot say.

So, my brother, you
imitate the kangaroo.

He did not divulge
that I have a sapphire eye.

And here in my cheek,
another jewel?

You see, the fool
overheard us joking,

then Dig and I made it
worse by pulling his leg.

Boldini is a fool, all right,

but he is also very dangerous.

Why did you tell us this?

I like you, English gentlemen.

Mr. Beau saved from prison
when my tunic was stolen.

I could not have replaced it in time
for Lejaune's inspection.

Pleased to help.

It is just possible

that they may try to steal your money belt.

They think there is
something valuable in it.

I'll be on my guard.

Bon.

Now if you'll excuse
me, gentlemen,

I must go.

Mr. Maris, I don't wish to be inquisitive,

but I'd be interested to know what
you did before you joined the Legion.

Steady on, John.

That sort of question's
bad form around here.

Sorry.
No, it's all right.

I was a courier,
and hope to be so again one day,

when a little trouble
has blown over.

What sort of trouble?

It's alright, not asking.

I told someone not to steal my
fiancée when I was traveling.

Bon nuit, mes amis.
Au revoir.

And thank you, Maris.

Listen, Beau, I know you won't give me
a straight answer about the Blue Water.

But if you do wear a money
belt, let me have it at night for a bit,

in case these gentle
Italians have been persuaded

and something happens in the dark.

Why?

With no property to protect, you can give
them your full and undivided attention.

Also, you could establish the fact

that you don't wear a money belt at
night and put an end to the rumors.

I'd sooner establish alarm and
despondency in the thief, thanks.

Boy oh boy,

that Boldini sure is
lower than a snake's belly.

Yes, what do we do?

Don't worry kid. Your
brother can look after himself.

Well suppose they just stick a knife
into him one night while he's asleep?

Forget it son,

those boobs would never do that.

They don't trust each
other enough, for one thing.

Far too risky for another.
Shh!

Hi, boys.

Find one drop of blood on their hands or
on his shirt, one yell out of your brother,

they'd be caught red-handed.

What if Guantaio or Colonna
simply crept up to the bed

and drove a bayonet through
his blanket and through his heart?

There'd be no blood stains
on the murderer.

Look here, son.

Suppose as you
were trying to stick me.

Well, how do you know
where my heart was,

me being curled up under the
blankets and being near dark and all?

Well, in that case, I
hope they do have a try

because they'll never get near
that belt without waking Beau.

Son, I'd undertake to clean your
brother out every night of his life.

I'd get every red cent and the belt
likewise also and he'd sleep like a babe.

Well, you picked my
pocket easily enough.

Now look here, kid.
I got me an idea.

Suppose I go to Boldini
and I says, "Boldini,

if that young Britisher, Michael Brown,
gets robbed, I'm gonna do you an injustice.

Well, I'm gonna beat you up so bad,

your father, if you had
one, wouldn't recognize you,

and your own mother would disown you."

No, Hank. Thanks, but I don't
think that will be necessary.

As long as he's not going to be
stabbed in his sleep, I'm not too worried.

Aw, shucks.

I've just seen Colonna and Guantaio.

Come in, Boldini. Sit down.

Well?

They've turned me down.
Why?

I don't know.
They won't do it.

A thousand francs, I promised
them, and they still won't do it.

You went to the wrong men.

Now they know about the jewel,
they will try and get it for themselves.

Oh, they wouldn't do that.
It is what you would do.

Perhaps you are thinking of going
behind my back even now, huh?

Why would I do that?

Didn't I come to you in the first
place and told you about the jewel?

I need your help.
We need each other.

You'd better tell your Sicilian friends
to forget that you have spoken to them.

They won't try to steal it.
They're too scared.

We'll have to get someone else.
This time I will pick the man.

They will not refuse me.

Salud. You're not worried about that?

You put on fatigue and you sing.

I think of my wife and son.

And the end of my service,
which comes very soon.

You're very fond of
this boy, aren't you?

I'm proud of him. When I return to
Portugal, I will make him proud of me.

You, get out.

You were a thief, were you not?

No, Chef.

You were a pickpocket
before you joined the Legion.

That is in the past, Chef.

It's not a skill one forgets.
I've forgotten it.

You are going to steal
something for me, Bolidar.

He is a legionnaire in your room,
his name's Brown.

He has stolen a jewel.

You are going to get it for me
without him knowing you've taken it.

No, Chef, I will not
do that. I cannot.

You will do as I say.

I swore an oath in church
never to steal again.

I will give you absolution.

No, Chef, I won't do it.

You are due for discharge
soon, are you not?

Looking forward to going home.

Unless, of course,
you get into trouble.

You know how it is, Bolidar,
a run of bad luck,

the corporal punishes you, the
sergeant punishes you, and I punish you.

And the officer doubles your
punishment for being a troublemaker.

A man could end up
in the penal battalion.

Not everyone survives
that experience.

Wring the thieving
coyote's neck, kid.

Who is it?

Bolidar!

What are you doing over here?

Well, he is trying to steal. It's
obvious, isn't it?

To rob the comrades.
What do you say?

What, Bolidar?
I can't be absolutely certain.

Well, you all know what
the Legion does to a thief?

Wait a minute, It was me he
was trying to rob. Let him speak.

Hold on in there now.

Give the guy a fair trial.

Lynching's for horse thieves
and such like, but give him a trial.

Cough it up quick,
boy, was you stealing?

I was sleepwalking.
Sleepwalking.

Well, you never walked
in your sleep before.

Till he luckily walks into the
bed of a man who has money.

What are we waiting for?

No more use, Johnny!
They can't do that to him!

Guards! Guards!
Quickly move away.

What is going on here?

I see.
An "accident."

Take this one to the hospital.

Leave him, go to your bed.

But…
It is finished! Go to your bed!

Your bayonet, Boldini.

Take care somebody doesn't
stick it into you one of these days.

Why would Bolidar
do something like that?

He's not Boldini's man.

I did hear tell that he joined the Legion
because police were after him for thieving.

Could be he was
acting for himself, Beau.

Or maybe he was only after your
money, a chance to get rich quick.

There's a story going around that,

well, some of these boobs
have got it in their heads

that you and your brothers
are a gang of jewel thieves.

Story goes that

you pinched a valuable jewel in
London from a famous general.

Famous general, which one?

Name of Sir Duke Smith.

Sir Duke Smith?

Yeah. Seems like he got the jewel…

jewel from the Prince of Wales,
who had a loving eye on his sister...

He's on his guard now.

Getting the jewel will be difficult,

impossible.

Here, perhaps, but at Zinderneuf...
Zinderneuf?

The tribes have risen in the Sudan,

a strong military presence
is to be dispatched.

We are to form part of that force.

We are to provide a special
squad for duty at Fort Zinderneuf.

That hellhole,
the Devil's Outpost.

You and I will be in that squad,

so will our three English friends.

An isolated desert fort,
hundreds of miles from civilization.

Men go mad,

and die in such places, Boldini.

Not all of us will come back.