All language subtitles for Khyber.Patrol.1954.AMZN.WEBRip.AAC2.0.x264-V3T0

♪♪

(gunshots)

Cease fire!

Say, Kyle, two of
our men are down.

Two men.

Let's go after them.

We can't, they've already
crossed the border.

You know
the order, sir.

Yes, I know,
the sacred Afghan border.

Trust you to remind me,
Mr. Kennerly.

I'm sorry, sir.

Those guns didn't sound like
native muskets to me, Kyle.

They're heavy caliber
Russian rifles.

I wonder if they left
any cartridges up there.

I'm afraid you'll
have to wait, sir.

Wait for what?

His Highness
Prince Ishak Khan,

it's time for his
morning ride.

(murmuring)

Ol' Prince Charming
himself, huh?

He's supposed
to be a prisoner.

Well, it's only
house arrest, sir.

I've got wounded men,
we're going through.

Hyah!
(whinnying)

(crowd murmuring)

(whinnying)

Hyah, hyah!

Get away, pigs.

I'm extremely sorry,
Your Highness.

It was an emergency.

Wherever Capt. Cameron
happens to be,

there's always an emergency.

♪♪

Well, they're Russian,
right enough.

Yes, sir, and they
cost us two good men.

Sir, give me permission
to find out

where those rifles
are coming from.

How?

By running down
a prisoner or two.

(scoffs) I know what
you're thinking, Cameron.

The answer is still no.

But Colonel--

That will be all,
Captain.

Yes, sir.

Oh, wait a minute,
Capt. Cameron.

Gen. Melville.

On the street coming in

you openly insulted
Prince Ishak Khan.

Well, wait a minute,
General, I had wounded.

They're much more important
to me than an outlaw prince.

Diplomacy is to be
considered, too.

You caused him to lose face,
his feelings were hurt.

His feelings?

Six months ago I dragged him
out of Afghanistan by the ears.

He was a revolutionary
then a prisoner.

All he got was house arrest.

Now he's living
like a king.

Cool down, Cameron.

There are bigger
strategies involved

than that small mutiny.

As head of
intelligence here,

I insist on extending
your viewpoint, Captain...

even if I can't broaden
your mind.

Try to understand this.

Afghanistan, India:
friendly.

In between,
the Pataan hill tribes

who owe no allegiance
to either government,

disarmed years ago.

Very few rifles
among them.

Russia here,

ready to support
an uprising

like the rebellion
started by Ishak Khan.

The Afghan state
is our friendly buffer.

We hold Khyber Pass,

the key that locks
the door on Russia.

Unless Russia gets arms to
the independent hill tribes,

enough arms and men
to take the pass.

You give me a free hand
in that border

and there won't be enough
tribes left for Russia to arm.

None of us like to see men
sniped out of their saddles.

It's a pity, Captain,

that you've never
learned to be a diplomat.

Is that all, sir?
May I leave?

Not yet.

I happen to be responsible
for your undiplomatic acts.

I insist that you
appear personally

before His Highness
Prince Ishak Khan

and apologize
for the insult.

Very good, sir.

I anticipated that
attitude, Cameron,

so I took the precaution
to dictate this.

It's the exact apology
you'll make to the prince.

Verbatim.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

Typical rebel,
that one.

Yes.

I'm afraid his attitude

is too undisciplined
for this regiment.

Kyle.

Diana, looking for me?

You should know
better than that.

I wouldn't disturb your
father if I were you.

I just put him
in a very bad humor.

How about some tea?

Sorry, I have
a previous engagement.

With Kennerly?
Yes.

You've been doing a good
job avoiding me lately.

I assure you
it was intentional.

The girl I knew in Canada
wouldn't have said that.

Things were
different there.

It was like a holiday,
another way of life.

I never really knew you.

I guess I'm the type
you have to know well

to dislike thoroughly.

It isn't a question
of dislike.

It's just that
I found out in time

that we're wrong
for each other

in every way.

I know.

I can't balance a teacup
as well as Kennerly.

Sorry if I kept you
waiting, Diana.

Well, that's all right,
Lieutenant.

Next time
make it longer.

That colonial
backwoodsman.

Won't he take no
for an answer?

Don't worry, George.

He seems fairly
well convinced.

Sometimes it takes a bombshell
to convince his kind.

"Charity and forbearance
will guide you to accept

my humbly offered apology."

What are you
mumbling about?

You sound like
a sick elephant.

This apology
to Ishak Khan.

Melville's own words.

Gotta deliver it
verbatim.

It can't be that bad,
let's hear it.

"Your Highness..."
Salaam once.

"Prince Ishak Khan,

I sincerely regret
my impetuous act."

Impetuous.

What is this?

Well, I could
edit it, I suppose.

You switch one word and you'll
be doing dock duty in Calcutta.

Well, I could deliver it
in pig Latin, too.

At any rate, you'll need
a bracer afterwards.

How about meeting me
at the Pink Lotus?

Good, I'll be there.

Your Highness
Prince Ishak Khan,

I sincerely regret
my impetuous act

in failing to yield the road
to Your Highness today.

In the hope that your
charity and forbearance

will guide you to accept,
I humbly offer apology.

Is that all?

I think Brigadier Melville
covered it pretty well.

You neither
bowed nor salaamed

when you were brought
into my presence.

The Cameron family
is cursed

with a very stiff back,
Your Excellency.

(gong bangs)

Shall we stop
fencing, Cameron?

Your apology
is accepted.

Captain...

Yes, it is whiskey.

One observes the taboos
of a religious faith

only in public, for the effect
on the common people.

"Hypocrite" is
the word in English.

I refuse to quarrel,
Captain.

I'd rather have you
for a friend, Cameron.

Won't you stay and share
my evening's entertainment?

(gong bangs)

You may have your pick of
these beautiful little flowers.

Most of them are newcomers
from Kashmir.

Go on with your
business, merchant.

O Your Excellency,
O Your Highness,

from the hand loom of my
own family in Bukhara,

this gift, accept it
from your humble slave.

May Allah protect you.

Peace be with you.

And with you,
Your Highness.

Well, have you made
your selection?

I am tempted,
Your Highness,

but I have learned to
accept gifts with caution.

(chuckles)

The life of
a political prisoner

is rather dull,
Captain.

The word "prisoner" is
stretching it a bit, I'd say.

Well, the British
are generous.

Oh, must you leave?

The girls will
dance for us later.

I am a lonely man,
Cameron.

I have a previous
engagement.

Goodbye, Captain.

Goodbye.

"Your people
ready for action

when you seize
Khyber Pass.

Russian aid assured."

Gentlemen...

there's been a caravan
massacre in the pass.

You're giving us
the job, sir?

Since it was you
who brought in

the information about
the Russian rifles,

I'm giving you
the chance you asked for.

Thank you, sir.

Go get those prisoners
you wanted,

but remember,
don't cross that border.

That's all, gentlemen.

♪♪

Troop halt.

(Cameron)
The Afghan border.

No prisoners,
no information.

This is as far as we go.

At ease in saddles.

(horses whinny)

Dismount!

Take cover!

Get your men
behind those rocks.

Ali...

go at once to His Highness
Prince Ishak Khan.

Inform him that we ambushed the
British patrol in Khyber Pass

and may pick up
a few more rifles.

Yes, at once.

♪♪

They're on the run,
they're headed out.

Yes! I'd give anything
to catch one of them

and sweat some
information out of him.

I passed the order
to pick up all the rifles

before we leave, sir.
Nobody's leaving, Kennerly.

We're going after 'em.

You may be, sir,
but I'm not.

I refuse to break
general regulations,

unless it's an order.

All right,
stick to the book.

How about you, Brissard?

Well, he is right,
of course, but--

Sergeant, detail
three men to go with me.

Don't take it
too hard, Ken.

There's nothing
personal in it.

Personal?
Of course it is.

He rides me every
chance he gets.

You're wrong, Ken.

I'll talk to you
when I get back.

♪♪

Salaam, in Allah's name
mercy, I beg mercy.

(gunshot)

It's Afghan
border patrol.

This is one I'll have
to talk our way out of.

Well, Little Brother
himself.

And you too, Glass Eye.

We three
together again.

Ahmed Shir,
as loud as ever.

Hey,
we must celebrate.

You've already celebrated,
you trigger-happy loon.

On Aphridi bandits,
it is open season.

You flush the game,
I shoot it.

But you were poaching.

My friend's become
my prisoner.

I'll take a bet on that.

But what are you doing
on patrol?

The same as you.

His Majesty the Emir
of Afghanistan

is just as concerned
over these border troubles

as is your viceroy
of India.

Well, I might have found out
what these devils were up to

if you hadn't shot
my prisoner.

My regrets,
Little Brother.

From the saddle
it looked

as if he was about
to knife you.

But I will make amends.

I'm coming down to
Peshawar soon, my friends.

We'll paint the town
the color of pomegranate.

In a few moments it will be
the time for prayer.

My men will face
the source of all light,

and you poor infidels may
slip back to the border.

So long, Ahmed.

We'll meet soon.

Turn and bow.

(man singing in prayer)

(murmuring)

You crossed the border

in defiance
of my direct order?

Sir, we had
reached the marker

when the Aphridis opened fire
on us from the Afghan side.

When they broke away
I felt justified

in pressing the attack
regardless of boundaries.

A complaint from
the emir of Afghanistan

is likely to mean court
martial, do you know that?

There will be
no complaint, sir.
(scoffs)

You seem pretty sure.

Well, stop taking the bit
in your teeth, will you?

You're not in America now,

or Mexico, wherever it is
you've done your fighting.

Excuse me, sir,

I always thought
it was a soldier's job

to find the enemy and
then smack him down.

I won't
match words with you,

and I want
no more trouble.

That's all, Cameron.

Yes, sir.

I hear you were one who had
a spot of action, Kennerly.

Mmm, snipers.

And we bagged one,
at least Cameron did.

So, what, did you
lasso the blighter?

No, he bored him
to death, Major.

You couldn't have
done better yourself.

Look out.

Boys.
Hi, Kyle.

Ken.

Same as usual,
Captain, sire?

Very good, Abdar,
I need it.

Ran into a bit of trouble
today, eh, Cameron?

Yes, a little.

Here's to you, Ken.

Gentlemen.

Could I have a word
with you, Cameron?

Of course.

Can we forget rank
for a moment?

Why, certainly.

Then I'm free
to tell you.

I think you're
as low as they come.

What brought this on?

You're a poor loser,
Cameron.

A gentleman knows
when to cut his losses.

I'm cutting in on your private
life, is that the point?

That's offensive
and out of place.

Why don't you tell me you want
me to stay away from Diana

and get it off your chest.

That's my point.

A gentleman would never
mention a lady's name

in a place like this.

Gentlemen!

Striking
a junior officer.

You're not on
the prairie now, Captain.

Gentlemen,
the colonel!

What's going on here?

Well, uh, Capt. Cameron
was showing us

a red Indian wrestling trick
he learned over there, sir.

I'm afraid Capt. Cameron
learned a lot of things

from American Indians that
would be wise to forget.

I want no reports
of any further breach

of regimental etiquette.

♪♪

Kyle?

Won't you join me?

Diana.

This is an unexpected
pleasure.

Tea?
Oh, no, thank you.

I need something
stronger.

I missed my drink
at the club.

Yes, I knew
you were there.

Father told me.

British intelligence
knows all, sees all as usual.

But doesn't tell all.

Some of it I had to
find out for myself.

Such as?

Such as the childish
scene you staged

in the club room
in my name.

Has Kennerly been crying
on your shoulder again?

You would think that.

I could have heard it
from a dozen witnesses.

I'm sorry, Diana,
but it wasn't my fault.

Really?

I suppose
it was George's.

No, yours,

for encouraging the poor man
with false hopes.

Not as false as you
think, Kyle Cameron.

Father is announcing
our engagement.

With your consent?

Naturally.

That's what I was
waiting here to tell you.

I see.

It does make it sort of
semi-final, doesn't it?

Absolutely final.

Diana, you're trying
to run away

from your own shadow
and it can't be done.

We're the same two people
who fell in love in Canada.

Nothing has changed us.

Nothing ever will.

♪♪

I'm going to marry
George Kennerly.

Without loving him?

Some things are
more important

than what
you call love.

Yes, the three
essentials:

family,
security, tradition.

♪♪

Here he comes,

and not happy.

Down in the mouth
and blue.

Blue?

I was thinking about
that old saying,

"All's fair
in love and war."

Do you believe that,
Ahmed?

Little brother, there is
also an old Asiatic saying:

"When all is lost,
turn on the cymbals,

go to the pipe,
to dance."

All isn't lost yet,
my friend.

Not by a long shot.

♪♪

What's it all about,
Bowles?

No idea.

All right, gentlemen,

if you'll come in
now, please.

What do you suppose
it is?

Search me.

Wonder
what it could be.

Secret weapon.

It identifies
an enemy in the dark

by the color of his
old school tie.

(chuckling)

Attention, gentlemen.

Intelligence has
called this meeting.

Gen. Melville
will explain.

Gentlemen, you're to be
the first on the border

and the first
in active service

to use a new weapon.

The Maxim, an automatic
machine firing gun.

Automatic?
No crank
on the thing?

Will it fire singles,
do you suppose, sir?

They tell me it will fire
600 rounds a minute.

Naturally it's a secret.

Colonel.

A full complement,

50 of these guns,
is arriving Calcutta

and will be
train shipped here.

This is our procedure:

new officers
will be instructed

in the use
of this weapon.

You will in turn train
non-comms in secret.

Unfortunately,
there's a delay.

An ordinance instructor
cannot be spared

from London
for a few weeks.

You can save time

and that ordinance fellow's
boat fare, Colonel.

An American named Browning
built one like this.

Excellent,
Cameron, excellent.

But can you put the blasted
thing together again?

(chuckles)

We taught scouts
to do it.

They were Comanche Indians,
Major Bogle.

Leave it
to Cameron.

Always the expert, eh?

When a fellow knows, give
him credit, won't you?

General?

Capt. Cameron,
after your next duty,

you will be giving
the instructions.

Very good, sir.

That is all.

Remain here,
please, Captain.

How are you on bird
shooting, Capt. Cameron?

When I aim at something,
I usually hit it.

That's
what I expected.

Prince Ishak Khan has
become very fond of you.

I know how much
you enjoy his company.

You will take charge
of his guard today.

The prince is leaving town
for a pheasant shoot.

Is this in the line
of duty, sir?

Prince Ishak is a valuable
guest of the crown.

We're interested
in everything he does

or says or even thinks.

Does that answer
your question, Cameron?

Yes, sir.

Left and right,
the double.

You're beating me
hollow, Cameron.

Best match
I've had in years.

Perhaps your other
opponents let you win.

Win or lose, I enjoy a little
fresh air and exercise.

Birds seem to be
getting scarce here.

We'll change covers.

There's rougher country,
more sporting.

You couldn't flush
a groundhog over there,

no cover.

I'll wager
50 pounds, English.

Come on.

♪♪

Looks like you lost
a bet, Your Highness.

Quite.

I'm sorry I spoiled
your sport, Cameron.

Among these
tragic graves, too.

Brave Pataans
lie here, Cameron,

resting where they fell.

Their pair of flags
at the mercy of the wind.

Their pathetic offerings...

...a few spent bullets.

Forgive me.

A moment of emotion.

Kyle...

you're not going to
the Melville dinner?

Why?

To hear General Melville
formally announce
Diana's engagement?

No, thanks.

It's not like you
to quit under fire.

Kennerly's entitled
to his turn at bat.

Make my excuses.

Oh, and don't forget
to get some sleep.

There will be
a long patrol tomorrow.

Right.

You sad,
Cameron, friend?

No.

I provide the fragrance
of Kashmir

and you sit there mooning
over the English girl

and her--
her engagement party.

Wrong. I was thinking.

In the name of Allah, is this
a time or place to think?

I was wondering that.

Wondering why any party
would go shooting pheasants

in a graveyard.

Were these Pataan
graves, my friend?

That's right.

Ishak Khan went straight
to them like a bird dog.

Come with me.

This is important.

Have I offended
the captain Sahib?

You're perfect.

But you'll come back?

You promise?

I promise.

Come, hurry.

These little flowers
can wait.

♪♪

He moved that?
That's right.

Oh, the language
of deceit.

It's easy to understand.

Yes, if your mind
works that way.

He was receiving a message.

It is this.

Five tribes are meeting
this very night

at the village of Halil.

They plan a raid,
a massacre.

Who knows?

Their design, of course,
is to steal rifles.

So Prince Charming
didn't get the cure yet.

There is only one cure
for those ambitious to rule.

Of course you will go
straight to your colonel

with this information.

No, but I'm gonna do
something

these tribes have
needed for 40 years.

♪♪

(knock on door)

Come in.

Rouse the sergeant major.

Silent assembly at stables
in half an hour.

Salaam, Captain, sir.

Sorry to take you away from
your engagement party.

It's all right, sir.

I suppose
I should be grateful

that it isn't
my wedding night.

You better
get into your khaki,

both of you.

Have I your
permission, sir,

to make my excuses
to my fiancée?

By all means,
but to no one else.

Is that understood?

Have you cleared this change
of orders with the colonel?

I'm not
changing anything.

Patrol was for this morning
and it's past midnight.

I'm just jumping the gun
by a few hours.

I understand, sir.

You don't break orders,
you just bend them.

There are military reasons

for reaching the Aphridi
hills before sunup

and no time
to argue the matter

with headquarters
or you.

And let's see if you can
take one of my orders

without breaking
or bending it.

Yes, sir.

At once, sir.

Excellency.

How near are we
to being through?

Close.

Every day, every night,
a few more feet.

Can I get to the end?

Only on
hands and knees

for the last hundred
feet, Excellency.

(gong bangs)

Your Royal Highness.

Praise Allah
for your health.

Speak. You've broken
into my evening.

With reason,
Highness, with reason.

My friend Cameron Sahib

is aware of the gathering
at Halil.

The graves.

But how could he
interpret a Pataan code?

If it please Your Highness,
I told him.

You told him?

Yes, Excellency.

Would not
the capture of rifles

be most welcome
at this time?
Oh?

To say nothing of
ammunition, if we're lucky.

But we haven't the arms to
go against a large force.

If I know my friend Cameron,

he's at this moment
making it possible

for our men to trap
a small force.

Aren't you underestimating
his ability as a commander?

On the contrary, Excellency,
I'm making use of it.

There is only one way
for Cameron

to prevent the escape
of the tribesmen from Halil.

He's certain to take it.

♪♪

(cooing)

Troop halt!

Now here's the story,
gentlemen.

There's a big pow-wow
out there in Halil village.

It's our chance
to hit them hard

and recover
some stolen rifles.

Now your job, Kennerly,

will be to strike them
through the back door,

the narrow canyon
in that range of hills.

You're dividing
the patrol, sir?

That's right, it's not
in your book but it's in mine.

I don't want any of those
devils to escape us.

Very well, sir,

but I'll need
at least an hour

to get around those hills
back to the canyon.

I'll give you two.

And when you hear our attack
come and come fast.

Now take your section
and move out.

Yes, sir.

Section!

Are you doing this on your own
or on definite information?

Speculation and suspicion,
with a rumor attached.

Man, why didn't you
at least report it
through proper channels?

What do you think channels
would do with a rumor?

They were here in
the village last night.

Where are they now?

They raid us in the night,

they drag off
our young girls.

They disappear
with a message.

It is always thus.

Tribe against tribe,
family against family.

For the grace of Allah,
have mercy.

Well, old man, looks like
all you get is the bird.

They were here,
all right.

They got a message
and cleared out.

The bird is merely a pet
for my grandchild.

Liar.

Everything is in
readiness, Excellency.

They will see our decoys
and charge.

None will escape.

Of all ambushes,
this is the most perfect.

Good.

His Highness Prince
Ishak Khan will be pleased.

There is three
of them, sir.

A backdoor guard
of their own, eh?

They'll warn the village.

Forward, charge!

(whinnying)

It's in the canyon.

Kennerly, in trouble.

Forward, charge!

Wiped out to a man.

They were trapped.

And I sent Kennerly.

I can pick off
their leader, Excellency.

An easy shot.

No, let us be contented
with half a loaf.

For Little Brother
down there,

Prince Ishak Khan
has special plans.

Away from here,
all of you.

Only one man knew we were
going to raid that village.

Who was that, Kyle?

I won't name him
until I can prove it.

Bury the dead and
bring the troop in.

I'm going ahead of you
to make my report.

As to my defense,
gentlemen,

as commanding officer
I acted on information

I believed
to be correct.

Technically, you're not in
violation of military law.

However,
a non-military matter

has been injected
into this case.

Recall Mr. Brissard.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Brissard.

Mr. Brissard, we have
your full testimony.

But now information of
a different character
has come up.

I have one question.

Yes, sir?

Did you at any time
hear Capt. Cameron

use the phrase, "All's
fair in love and war"?

I'm afraid I can't answer
that question, sir.

On what grounds?

This is not a military matter
but a personal one, sir.

I commend you,
Brissard.

Colonel, I suggest the board
should confine the matter

to its military aspects.

Are there more witnesses?

Yes, sir,
that's quite right.

All I did was hear
the order, sir.

All I did was obey them.

Very good, Corporal.

Capt. Ahmed Shir of
the Afghanistan cavalry.

Captain, it was
on your information

Capt. Cameron acted,
is that so?

Certainly.

What soldier would
have done otherwise?

If Cameron Sahib
had found the village

full of tribesmen,

he would be here
receiving a medal.

Capt. Cameron
is no milk-faced boy,

he's a soldier.

He received word
of the enemy...

and he acted.

Unfortunately, the board
can take no military action

in your case, Cameron.

However, as your
commanding officer,

I am requesting
your resignation
from the regiment.

Refused.

In that case
I relieve you of duty

until further notice.

(clicks heel)
Yes, sir.

♪♪

I'd rather not
see you, Kyle.

The server made that
plain enough.

Then why did you come?

I'd like a chance
to explain.

Please, there's
nothing to explain.

George Kennerly
died like a soldier,

obeying orders.

Yes.

My orders.

Surely you don't believe
what they tried to bring out

at the board of inquiry,

that it was
a personal matter?

No, Kyle.

Thank you.

It doesn't matter what
the rest of them think.

It does matter
what we think.

George was good for me.

But you were right,
I didn't love him.

Go on.

No one's to blame
for what happened.

Still, it was the very
pattern of your life

that caused it.
Oh?

Fighting is foremost
in your mind.

It overshadows
every other emotion.

Oh, I thought
you would understand.

You came from a long
line of soldiers.

Soldiers, yes,

not common
adventurers.

(door opens)

You came to say goodbye,
of course, Cameron.

No, sir.

I hoped to make some
explanation to Diana.

Diana, will you
please leave us?

I'd like to have a word
with Capt. Cameron.

Cameron, why don't you
send in your papers?

Resign?

Not me.

Come over here
and look at this.

Prussia, Sudan,

Khartoum, Africa,

Khyber.

The records
go on and on.

Honors earned by
the lancers, my regiment.

Kennerly's,
your friend Brissard's.

Once your own father's
regiment.

But not mine.
That's right.

You're in it,
but not a part of it.

And so, for the good
of the regiment,

before you bring it a deeper
and lasting disgrace,

why don't you quit?

I don't know
how to quit.

Besides, I've still
got a job to do.

Personal?
In a way.

I was lured into
a trap, General.

As a boy in Canada
I was a pretty good
trapper myself.

♪♪

Drown your sorrows,
Little Brother.

The punishment
you are taking

would turn even
a good Muslim to
drinking this stuff.

Why be tortured?

There are other armies,
other fields.

Russia could use
a good freelance officer.

Sure. What am I
waiting for?

I'm just
a common adventurer.

To the Russian bear.

He'd trade half his hide
to control Khyber Pass.

Here's the best balm of
all for a wounded soul.

Do not leave him.

I will return shortly.

♪♪

I told you to stay
with Cameron Sahib.

The Englishman
sleeps like a pig.

I was seeking
better company.

She lies, Excellency.

It is just
as I suspected.

She came to
spy out the tunnel

to Prince Ishak's
palace.

Your eyes have seen
too much, pretty one.

Dispose of her,
swiftly and mercifully.

(woman screaming)

What do you want
at this hour, man?

I am conforming, sir.

Reporting through
proper channels.

Then report
to Col. Rivington.

This is strictly a matter
for intelligence, sir.

Sit down, please.

Sir, I want to report
that a friend of mine

has been plotting
with Ishak Khan.

British intelligence
has been aware for months

of the activities
of Ahmed Shir.

And you let me carry on
that friendship?

That's right.

We've also been
keeping track of you,

through a girl, wearing
a sash like this

but with a ruby buckle.

Yes.

I've met her.

She's also trying to find
a suspected tunnel

between Ishak Khan's
quarters and the town.

Tonight she found it,
and died.

Where?

In the grain merchant shop
next to the Pink Lotus.

The man who calls me
Little Brother had her killed.

That girl
was only a dancer,

yet she knew
the meaning of loyalty.

She loved India.

Here are several
of her reports.

Would you like to know what
she said about you, Cameron?

I'd rather not, sir.

It might give you
something to think about.

Listen to this:

"Danced again for the
Cameron Sahib this evening."

That was some time ago.

"The captain's not hard
for me to understand now.

The captain builds a hard
shell around his feelings,

but since the massacre
in Khyber Pass

I see terrible
things in his eyes.

Soon he will reach
a crossroad."

She goes on with a prediction
about which road you might take.

I'd just as soon
skip it, sir.

You can't dodge the truth.

Have you reached
a crossroad?

Well,
that was a bad mess.

And a false friend.

I'd like a chance
to square things.

Cameron...

I have a proposition
for you.

Ishak Khan's plans are
like a ladder, they mount.

First step:
raids on our patrols,

which gave him more
rifles and ammunition.

Now, he's ready for
the second step,

and that, Cameron,
is an attempt to obtain
our machine guns.

The new Maxims?

Those guns would arm
a really strong force.

That brings us to the top
step of the ladder,

his deal with Russia and
control of Khyber Pass.

So that's why you let him
run his own course.

Cameron, I'm telling you
all this because,

more than any other man
in India today,

you're in a position
to serve your regiment.

May I have a drink
on that one, sir?

We have eyes inside
the palace, too.

You do a very
good job, sir.

How can I fit in?

At this moment you're
an outcast in the regiment.

Another serious breach on
your part and out you go.

Yes, that's for sure.

And that might toss you
right into the enemy's camp.

A very good idea.

Don't jump at it, Cameron.

Once inside, a moment's
carelessness will be fatal.

I think I know
what you mean.

Dead or alive,

failure means that no one
could ever clear your name.

You'd be the man who
sold out, the traitor.

Any man can go into
physical danger.

But how about
permanent disgrace?

Well, that's
a chance I take.

I'll do it.

In Ishak Khan's palace,

there's a girl who will
wear a sash like this

but with a green stone.

Your messenger?
Exactly.

This girl has the means
of getting a message out.

We know that Ishak Khan
is aware of the shipment
of guns,

but it's impossible for us
to guard every mile

of that railway
against attack.

Where they will hit
and when

is the information
you need, sir.

The train is due
on Thursday.

They will raid between
daylight and noon.

But where,
that's the question.

Well, I'll try to get word
to your messenger, sir.

Now, uh, how do I break
with the regiment?

With your experience,
Cameron,

that should be easy.

Infidel dogs, they have
spies everywhere.

It may only have been
her curiosity, Excellency,

but I could not
take the risk.

Never mind, Ahmed.

Our Russian allies
do not sleep.

They outwit British
intelligence every time.

In this message,
the Russian spies confirm

that the one great British
secret is broken.

The machine gun shipment
is already en route
from Calcutta.

We have plenty of rifles,

we could raid the shipment
and take these new weapons,
but...

Go on, Ahmed.

My tribesmen
are intelligent.

They're good marksmen,
as you know,

but always with
a rifle, Excellency.

I know, but our people
are quick to learn, Ahmed.

It would take just
one expert a short time

to teach them the use
of these new guns.

And there is
such an expert:

the adventurer.

Little Brother,
Cameron.

Exactly.

Your duty is to bring
your friend Cameron
to our side

and, uh, to our way
of thinking.

Little Brother,
I suffer for you.

But you people of the West
place too much value

on a very
ordinary commodity.

Get to the point,
will you?

I mean you value too highly
the affection of one woman.

Oh, forget that, Ahmed.

My trouble is regiment,

regiment
with a capital R.

All right, my friend.

So your troubles
are strictly regimental.

Is it so difficult
to, well,

cut loose
from the military?

Desert?
Ten years in jail?

What would that prove?

You could resign.

Resign? That's just
what they'd like.

No, not a chance.

Come on, let's
have some lunch.

The usual, Abdar.

Yes, Captain, sir.

Colonel.

In my country that
would be an insult.

What do you think it is
where I come from, a greeting?

It would be avenged
in blood.

He'd never do that
to another officer,

but I'm an outsider.

A colonial.

I'm the guy
who doesn't belong.

You don't have to
turn your back on me.

You know what I think
of you, Cameron,

what the whole
regiment thinks of you.

And here's one
for the record,

the regimental record.

Hitting the colonel?

Shocking.
Are you all right, sir?

Good riddance.

Shocking.
Are you all right, sir?

(murmuring)

You burned your bridges
a few moments ago,
my friend.

Now what?

Keep going out of here

before they slap
a guard on me,

out of their lives,
out of the country.

And then?

Find a war someplace,
I've got a sword for hire.

You do not have to look
very far, Little Brother.

Not very far.

And with one stone,
as the saying goes,

you could kill
two birds.

Your Highness.

Peace, Captain.

I trust you slept well
last night.

Safe, sound, and,
uh, well-guarded.

Where's Ahmed?

He left in the night.

There is much he has
to do in the mountains.

Meanwhile, let us discuss
our plans for you.

You know my terms.

Afghanistan will be
a protectorate of Russia

as it now is of Britain.

Your position
will be secure.

You will have
full army command.

As soon as the tribesmen
are armed,

your first duty will be to
take and hold Khyber Pass

against the British.

All right.

I go along.

And now there's one
important question
I must ask, Captain.

What day are the new
Maxim machine guns
due to arrive here?

Thursday the 10th.

On that reply, Captain,
hung your life.

Well, I hope
I got it right.

You did. The answer
is already here.

Don't you admire
our Oriental handicrafts?

Oh, yes.

This beats the Pony Express
and the telegraph combined.

Tomorrow is Thursday.

At dawn you and I leave
this prison of mine.

Oh, you will have
your action, Captain.

Ten miles east
of Wadi Kamir,

the country is ideal
for a train ambush.

And now, the night
will be long.

Is there
anything you need?

Well, a night
before a battle

a soldier likes
to cut loose a bit
if he can.

Good.
What can I provide?

You made an offer
the first time I came here.

Excellent, excellent, come.

You may have
anyone you choose.

(gong bangs)

It's difficult to
decide, Your Highness.

Take your time.

The one on the right.

You're a connoisseur,
Captain.

That little flower
is fresh from Shalimar.

Get this message out:

Railroad mind.

Attack is 10 miles east
of Wadi Kamir.

Railroad mind,

ten miles
east Wadi, yes.

Now how do I get you
out of here?

An American kiss, Sahib.

(screams)

Dirty pig!

Cursèd of Allah.

What's wrong
with the woman?

Your mouth was on hers,

a bad breach of
Muslim custom, Cameron.

Take her away.

♪♪

Where I come from
women, uh...

well, they're
different, Excellency.

No harm, no harm at all,
it's nothing.

I rather she
wouldn't be punished.

As you wish.

We must leave soon.

A slight improvement
before we go, Cameron.

You will change your attire.

A new and better uniform.

Cameron,
you look splendid.

Sorry about that girl,
Your Highness.

Bad breach of etiquette.

Oh, the guest within
the gates can do no wrong.

Oh, she was harmless
and innocent

and if I caused her
to suffer--

(chuckles)
You Westerners,

always so considerate
of women.

She was sent back
to her own people.

Yes, that was the full
message, Excellencies.

Well done, young lady.

You're a credit
to your people.

The women who helped you
will be well paid.

Splendid.

Now, while Ishak Khan is
concentrating on the railway,

we ship the guns by the most
innocent-looking supply wagons

you can find, Rivington,

with a token guard
as innocent-looking
as the wagons.

They'll leave
at once, sir.

Good.

♪♪

Remove the veil,
Cameron.

Why?

You'll find the face
of a true infidel

behind that veil.

Diana.

Why bring her
into it?

Her life is my insurance

that at the last moment
you will not turn traitor.

You wanted this woman
and you wanted a war.

You should be
very happy, Cameron.

You'll soon have both.

(cooing)

We must hurry to the meeting
with your brother officer,
Capt. Ahmed Shir.

Your Highness.

Little Brother.

The stage is set, huh?

Men are stationed
and eagerly await

the approach
of the railroad train.

Gentlemen, there's been
a change of plans.

Yes, Excellency?

The British are wise,
but not quite wise enough.

They've removed the guns
from the train

and are taking them
to Peshawar by wagon.

So, Ahmed, we must
recall the tribesmen

and ambush the wagon train
on the Peshawar road.

Captain, you'll proceed
to Halil with the woman.

Excellency, Cameron and I
are brothers in arms.

Let us whet a sabre
together.

He's too valuable, Ahmed.

There will be
other battles.

We need our friend Cameron
whole and healthy

to instruct our men
in the use of those
British machine guns.

He's right, Ahmed.

I'd be a prime target
for every British rifle

if I went with you.

To Halil, Cameron.

Very good, sir.

What have you fixed up with
your precious friends now?

We're going
into the hills.

Traitor.

You're going to have
plenty of time

to think up compliments.
Halil.

♪♪

(whinnying)

Kyle.

I should have known.

Get going now.

Ride back to town.

They're being
cut to ribbons.

Ride then, Ahmed,
and finish them off.

They'll charge us
any minute, sir.

When they come
we'll meet them.

Here comes
one of them now.

No!
(gunshot)

Stay away
from that wagon.

Don't let these rags
fool you.

Help me get one of
these guns in action.

So you can shoot
the rest of us down?

What do you take me for?

Take this
and tie him to the wheel.

Don't be a fool, I'm acting
for Gen. Melville.

You expect me
to believe that?

Help me with the gun
and I'll prove it!

All right,
give him a hand.

One false move and
I kill you myself.

This is the way it goes.

I hope
your memory's good.

Kyle, it's too late,
we'll never make it.

Here they come, sir,
it's a charge.

Goodbye, my dear.

Keep him in line,
if you can.

Goodbye, Daddy.

Colonel.
Goodbye.

And don't fall in love
with Canada,

we need you both here.

Don't let those
redskins scalp you.

I won't.
Goodbye, Buzz.

General.

I'll try not to overstay
my leave, Colonel.

All right, Corporal.

(bugle call playing)

Pull up.

That call is to horse.

There must be trouble
in the pass.

They're calling
Troop A, my troop.

Oh, no, you don't,
Captain.

You're under my book
of regulations now.

I'll tolerate
no insubordination.

Yes, General.

Drive on.

♪♪