All language subtitles for The lives of a bengal lancer.Eng

(imam chanting)

(peopIe chattering)

(cIerk)
AII right. 2:30 tomorrow.
Thank you. Goodbye.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Report of horse rations,
Thirtieth Hussars.

RegimentaI
and generaI fiIes.

Now, each of these buttons
represents troops.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir.
Good.

The buttons
are thickest up near
the Northwest Frontier.

Oh, yes, aIways.

We have 300 miIIion
peopIe to protect.

And most of the danger
is there.

It's so romantic
to a greenhorn Iike me.

KipIing and aII that,
you know.

Romantic?

WeII, at first, yes.

A-another button
to move.

41st BengaI Lancers.

Here, near the pass.

The pass?
Does that mean--

It means nothing
but maneuvers.

As CoI. Stone says
in his report here.

(gun firing)

You hear that firing,
HamiIton?

TypicaI sniping fire, sir.

Yes, and Afridi muskets
every one of them.

Not a shot
from our detachment.

Good. Hendrickson's
a good soIdier.

Rough on him,

having those Afridi swine
popping away at his men

and not abIe
to return fire.

WeII, he'II get a citation
if this pIan works.

PIan's good enough, sir,
if it were anybody
but Mohammed Khan.

(sighs)
He's a cIever dog.

Yes, of course he is.
I ought to know.

But he's nibbIing
at our bait this time.

And if we can once
draw him down

out of those hiIIs
far enough, out into the open

so that we can
cut off his retreat,

we've got him red-handed!

And that's what
I've been waiting for,

for 15 years, HamiIton.

(horse hooves cIattering)

(gun firing)

Afridi swine. When do we
go into action, Hendrickson?

On no account return fire.
CoI. Stone's orders.

CoIoneI's orders.

Narain Singh.

Now can we start something?

CoIoneI's orders,
McGregor.

But the oId fooI
couIdn't have foreseen this.

I'd Iike to have you
with me in a war,

but for peace time,
you're a bit too--

(gunshot)

Too...

Too impuIsive.

(buIIet ricocheting)

(bIows whistIe)

Machine guns!

(speaks Hindi)

(bIows bugIe)

(soIdiers chattering)

(machine guns firing)

(McGregor)
Forward!

(guns firing)

(soIdiers shouting)

(guns firing)

(gunfire continues)

(soIdiers shouting)

Most unfortunate,

the command
devoIved upon you.

Of course you didn't
know my orders.

I did know them, sir.

Why didn't
you obey them?

You caII yourseIf
a soIdier?

That's aII.

The CoIoneI knows India,
McGregor. You don't.

You're right, I don't.

I'm just a fooI
Scotch-Canadian.

Came into your outfit
to get action.

He's got a ramrod
for a backbone.

He's a terror for driIIing,
but when it comes
to the reaI thing--

McGregor,
the CoIoneI has the right

to act as he thinks best
and say what he pIeases.

(Ieader)
Mount!

(man excIaiming)

One more thing, sir.

Two repIacements come in
today from DeIhi.

Paperwork.

When we came into
the regiment as boys,

we didn't know that this
was 9l10ths of soIdiering.

No.

We thought and acted
rather Iike McGregor.

Mmm.

What about
these two repIacements?

What are they sending
to us now?

From the BIues:
Lt. Forsythe.

The BIues, eh? WeII, that's
a fashionabIe regiment.

AII spit and poIish.
Who's the other one?

From Sandhurst:
Lt. Stone.

What?

From Sandhurst?

What, they're sending me
a young cub,

not dry behind
the ears yet? Unseasoned?

Straight from,
fr-from miIitary coIIege

to the Frontier?

Oh, bIess me.

Hmm, what'd you say
his name was?

DonaId Stone, sir.
Hmm.

And who asked you
to interfere

in my personaI affairs?

WiII you forget
that you're my coIoneI

for a moment, sir?

Yes.

Look here, Tom.

In about two years,
you'II be retired.

So you sent for my son

because you feeI sorry
for me, is that it?

Not at aII.

The idea was to keep
the name of Stone

in the 41st
after you're gone.

There's no room for
sentimentaIity in the army.

HardIy fair to ship him home
without a triaI.

(mumbIing)

StiII, he'II measure up
to my standards,

or out he goes.

Of course.

And at the first sign
of favoritism,

from you or anyone eIse,

there'II be troubIe.

(CoIoneI)
And that's an order,
Maj. HamiIton.

Just as you said,
Major.

It's the CoIoneI's
priviIege

to do
and say what he Iikes.

McGregor, you'II meet
the two repIacement officers
this morning.

Lts. Forsythe and Stone.

Yes, sir. S-Stone?

His son.

His what?

I said, his son.

(chuckIes)

I can't imagine oId Ramrod
ever having been that human.

The train arrives at 10:30,
Mr. McGregor.

Yes, sir.

(door cIoses)

Madam, you'II marry me
Tuesday the 29th.

Be at the church at 10:00.
That's an order.

Furthermore,
you're improperIy dressed.

Ha, Ha.

Did you want
to speak to me, McGregor?

No, sir.

(train horn tooting)

(beIIs cIanging)

(peopIe chattering)

I hope he's a nice foIIow.

He won't be. Ramrod.

I beg your pardon?

One Stone isn't enough.
We have to have two.

(speaking Hindi)

There he is,
the younger Ramrod himseIf.

Everything was aII right?
Thank you, sir.

CouIdn't be anybody eIse.
Just as sure of himseIf as...

Look at the way
they jump around for him.

Look at his Iuggage,
everything just so-so.

WeII, come on,
Iet's get it over with.

No, I've got
a IittIe business.

You get
your precious repIacements.

(peopIe chattering)

I'm McGregor, Lancers,
sent to meet you.

Oh, sort of
reception committee, eh?

It's nice to know
I was expected.

The regiment's been
practicaIIy breathIess
for a week.

Oh?

TraveIing Iight, huh?

(speaking Hindi)

WeII, you see, I did expect
to stay a IittIe whiIe.

That is if you don't
mind too much.

It's aII right
with me.

Goodbye.

And thank you very much
for being so kind.

Not at aII.

(Stone)
Your Iuggage and everything
aII taken care of?

(Leys)
Everything, thank you.

May I present Mr. McGregor,
Miss Leys?

Very happy.
How do you do?

Goodbye.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

(peopIe chattering)

Who's she?

I met her on the train,
if you don't mind.

Bad business taIking
to strange peopIe out here.

You know, this is India.

You don't know who they are,
and you might--

Oh, I see.
BeautifuI spy meets
the young Lancer officer,

makes him give away
important miIitary secrets.

The Empire goes smash.

MeIodrama, my dear McGregor,
meIodrama.

It might not be as funny
as it sounds, Mr. Stone.

I don't suppose
it matters to you,

but my name isn't Stone.

No?
No, it's Forsythe.

(peopIe chattering)

WeII, then,
that must be Stone there.

That's very good, you know.
That's reaIIy very good.

It's aImost briIIiant.

Stone? I'm McGregor,
sent to meet you.

That's very nice of you.

Stone, meet Mister, uh...

What did you say
your name was?

Forsythe.

Mr. Stone, Mr. Fort.

We met on the train,
and the name is Forsythe.

Too hot for Forsythe.

Fort, Stone. Stone, Fort.

Stone Fort.
And that's funny.

If you two wiII
hoId onto each other,
I'II tend to your Iuggage.

(speaking Hindi)

PIeasant chap.

So friendIy.

Isn't he?

Just what
I've aIways imagined

a reaI officer
on the Frontier wouId be Iike.

WeII, my mother kept me
in the States

untiI I made her send me
to Sandhurst.

I've knocked about a bit
in the States.

Scotch-Canadian, myseIf.

What is this I'm in?
The Foreign Legion?

(Iaughs)

I didn't even think
my father knew
I was at Sandhurst,

untiI this happened.

What?

His sending for me
to his regiment.

Oh?

Sort of, carry on
our tradition, you know?

Naim Shah,
your servant, Stone.

(speaking Hindi)

AIi Hamdi, yours.

(speaking Hindi)

The night watchman,
the water carrier,
the sweeper.

You can hire
the rest of them Iater.

""(snake charmer's pipe
pIaying)

(shouting in Hindi)

Those things hurt my ears.

That's odd.

They sound to me
Iike a Scotch bagpipe.

Your quarters, Stone.

(speaking Hindi)

""(snake charmer's pipe
pIaying)

Pretty, huh? And soothing.
Thought I might entertain you.

WiId Scotch airs.
Remind you of home.

Your room.

Someone deeded
aII this junk

to the South
Kensington Museum?

That junk represents
the personaI beIongings

of the man you're repIacing.

KiIIed on the border
Iast month.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, McGregor, did my...

Uh, the CoIoneI say anything
about what time he'd see me?

No, he didn't.
And my guess is
he won't see you tiII durbar.

Oh.

Don't Iet that
get you down.

The oId-- The oId man's
a stickIer for red tape.

Durbar. BugIes.

And that's an order.
Ramrod.

Durbar.

Oh, a-aIready?
I'II be right with you.

I want you to heIp me

to keep them
in good condition.

You keep then shined

and I'II, uh,
keep them dirty.

Durbar.

Whenever you're ready,
sahib.

Thanks,
oId CoIoniaI.

Durbar, Barrett.

Not today, oId boy.

Where to now?

Over the border.

I wish
I'd taken my mother's advice

and joined the church
instead of the Army.

I wish
I had the job.

Does the CoIoneI think
you're the onIy one here
who taIks Pushtu?

Who knows
what the CoIoneI thinks?

I agree with you there.
WeII, good Iuck.

Thanks, Mac.

Left wheeI, turn!

Left wheeI, turn!

(HamiIton)
Good head, eh? Yeah.

(man)
How oId is she, Major?

(HamiIton)
PIaces, men.

Good morning,
gentIemen.

Good morning, sir.

(horse hooves cIattering)

What's this?

(speaking Hindi)

An Afridi Ghazi,
CoIoneI sahib.

Caught in the quarters
of Capt. Norton, with this.

Anything stoIen?

He meant to kiII
Capt. Norton.

Said Capt. Norton sIept
with his feet toward Mecca.

There are trees,
and we have rope.

What have you got to say?

(speaking Hindi)

Oh.

Take him
and hang him to a tree,

and then sew the dead body
in the skin of a pig.

(speaking Hindi)

(excIaiming in Pushti)

WeII, that's what
wiII happen to him
if he tries it again.

You teII him that
and Iet him go.

(HamzuIIa speaking Hindi)

(excIaiming in Pushti)

He doesn't seem to
Iike pigs.

If that happened, in heaven

he wouIdn't get the 48 maidens
aIIotted by AIIah.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sad.

(CoIoneI)
Capt. Norton.

Yes, sir?
Have you a compass?

Yes, sir.

Change the direction
of your bed.

Yes, sir.

Yes, that's aII.

Mr. McGregor.

The two repIacements?

Mr. Forsythe,
from the BIues,

Mr. Stone,
from Sandhurst.

From the BIues, eh?
Quite so.

WeII, that's
a fashionabIe regiment.

I am afraid, Mr. Forsythe,
you'II find us different.

We have a reputation
as soIdiers,

and we're proud of it.

Mr. Stone.

You've come to us
direct from Sandhurst,

without previous service.

Is that correct?

Yes, sir.

Yes. WeII, you've got
a great deaI to Iearn.

(CoIoneI)
And I trust that you,

and you, too,
Mr. Forsythe,

wiII measure up
to our requirements.

That's aII, gentIemen.

(aII chattering)

Crusty oId...

I'm sorry.

Is it over?
Is that aII?

That's aII.

Lt. Stone.

Yes, sir?

The CoIoneI forgot something.

I want you
to take this to him.

Yes, sir.

What's so funny?
You are.

(Iaughs)

So the rough soIdier
has a heart of goId.

Never mind,
it comes out in aII of us.

It's the mother instinct.

Is this it, sir?

What?

Where did you
get this?

Mr. McGregor ordered me
to give it to you, sir.

What infernaI impudence!

No, uh, not you.

Not--not--not you.

How's, uh,
How-- H-How's your mother?

Quite weII, sir.

Good, good.

She aIways
hated the army.

I--I don't understand
why she ever Iet you

go through Sandhurst.

She had to.

I've kept after her about it
ever since I was so high.

Oh? Wanted to be
a soIdier, eh?

We've aIways been soIdiers,
for generations.

Yes.

StiII, you're not one yet,
you know?

Yes, sir.

ReaIIy, you, uh,
you ought not to be here.

Uh, not on the Frontier.

But I am here, sir.

Yes, but, uh,
don't try to take advantage.

Don't expect
any favoritism.

I don't, sir.

I, uh,
I--I--I'm gIad to see you,

of course, and I...

I'm sorry that the situation
makes any sort of,

uh, o-of, uh,
sociaI reIation impossibIe.

And I--I, uh...

No, no, wait! W-wait.

Uh, come back a moment.

You see, uh,
this Frontier,

it's not the same
as home service.

No pIace for a Cub.

A man's got
to be seasoned.

You've got to start
from the bottom.

Learn everything,
and if you don't measure up,

out.

The service
comes first.

Something your mother
never understood.

Yes, sir.

Is that aII, sir?

What? Uh, uh, yes.

Y-Yes, that's aII.
That's aII.

I'm very gIad to see...

Poor kid.

I thought
if I got them aIone...

But the oId man
has ice-water in his veins.

You don't know
the coIoneI, McGregor.

Neither do you.

Mr. McGregor.
Yes, sir.

As I remarked
to one of my other officers
this morning,

there is no pIace for
sentimentaIity in the Army.

Neither sentimentaIity

nor impertinence,
Mr. McGregor.

Stone.

Interesting, the durbar,
isn't it?

I'm sorry
I sent you in there.

I shouId have known better.

ShouId have known
how he'd treat you.

What's a son to him,

compared to
his bIasted regiment?

Martinet. Ramrod.

That's what he is.
Everybody knows it.

You might as weII
get used to it.

That's a Iie.

I'm sorry,

I can't keep my mouth shut.
That's my troubIe.

Biggest fooI in the Army.
I'm sorry.

That's aII--
aII right, Mac.

(Forsythe)
" Sure I Iove the dear siIver
that shines in her hair "

" And the brow
that's aII furrowed "

" and wrinkIed with care "

""(humming)

" Oh, God bIess you
and keep you "

" Mother McGregor ""

Now, when a troop wheeIs
on the move,

what do the troop Ieaders
Iook out for?

Mr. Stone,
I asked you a question.

Yes, sir.

(metaI cIanking)

(snorting)

Come on, come on, come on.
Come on.

Got it aII that time.

AII right.

(horse whinnies)

Bedding shouId be
changed, Mr. Stone.

Yes, I see now,
Risaldar Major.

We don't have these
beastIy ticks in EngIand.

Sergeant, have this
horse's shoe attended to.

(speaking Hindi)

(McGregor)
Come on!

(aII yeIIing)

Give him a good waIk
whiIe he cooIs off.

(horse neighing)

(horse hooves cIattering)

A good man, Forsythe.

(Forsythe)
Jump!

See the way
he took that jump?

Yes, they teach them
to jump in the BIues.

Yes. Yes, what?

Oh.

Good work, Forsythe.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. McGregor,
you're improperIy dressed.

I'm sorry, sir.

That was a nice jump
you made, Mac.

Thanks.
HeIIo, Stone.

HeIIo.

RemarkabIe man,
your father.

Knows a good soIdier
when he sees one.

Appreciates neatness, too.

WeII,
how about a spot of scotch?

Thanks. I haven't finished
inspection yet.

Ten minutes for their backs
and five for their beIIies.

That's the order
of grooming.

Very touching,
the Iad's devotion.

Must warm the maternaI
cockIes of your heart.

Eh, McGregor?

What about puIIing
a few pegs with me, huh?

I'm in favor of it.
Let's go.

WeII, uh,
how about 10 Rupees?

Make it 20.

Ready?

Whenever you say.

They shouId make
those pegs smaIIer.

Be more sport to it,
huh?

" Oh, he fIew
through the air "

" With the greatest
of ease "

" And the daring young man
owes me 20 Rupees ""

(imam chanting)

Have some tea, Stone?

No, thanks.

(imam continues chanting)

CaII it for first
in the bath.

Heads.

Right.

You feIIows bathe
to keep cooI

and I bathe
because I badIy need it.

Every time I do this

I remind myseIf
of my oId man.

Whiskers.

(chuckIes)

He was a crabby oId cuss.

Back in AIberta
I had a coIt once.

Lot of cIass and nerve.

You couId teII
he was no carthorse

when he was a yearIing.

The oId man hooked him
to a pIow.

Took aII the spirit
out of him.

He broke him in,
as he said he wouId

and I never forgave him
for it.

I don't think the horse
ever did reaIize what...

what the oId man
did to him.

So I'm the horse.

Very subtIe, Mac.

What the bIazes do you mean?

I'm no two-year-oId. I'm 21 .

And if anybody thinks
my oId man's
going to break my nerve--

What are you taIking about?
I wasn't thinking
of you at aII.

And Iet me teII
you another thing,

I don't need a nurse.
Now you can go on shaving.

Have a IittIe soap.
You need it.

(chuckIes)

""(snake charmer's pipe
pIaying)

Do you have to do that?

Why, Iike you, I have
a softer side to my nature.

It finds its outIet in music.
See? The scaIes.

(Stone)
Hey, Mac, get me a toweI,
wiII you?

""(snake charmer's pipe
pIaying)

Variations,
one hand, Mac.

Listen, Forsythe.

This Mother Machree business
has gone far enough.

Why, of course, Mac.

I'm sorry.
I didn't reaIize it.

WeII, Iet's, uh,
just forget aII about it. Hm?

Thanks.

(Stone)
Hey, Mac,
that soap's in my eyes.

Give me a toweI,
wiII you?

""(snake charmer's pipe
pIaying)

""(snake charmer's pipe
continues pIaying)

McGregor.

Variations, two hands, Mac.

""(snake charmer's pipe
continues pIaying)

How Iong are you
going to...

Keep pIaying.

Variations, Mr. Forsythe,
with both hands.

Cobras have
a softer side, too.

Finds an outIet in music.

(McGregor)
Of course,
if you--if you stop pIaying,

(McGregor Iaughs)

You know, you might Iive
a coupIe of hours.

I had a friend once
that Iived for two days.

Try it with one hand.

Mac!

(gun firing)

(Iaughs)

AIIow me.
You might spiII it.

For saIe, cheap.

One secondhand
musicaI instrument.

(cIattering)

200 feet more.

PIus 200 east.

EIevation, 300.

EIevation, 300.

Mr. McGregor.
Yes, sir?

There's no word
yet from Barrett.

We must get in touch
with him.
Yes, sir.

You're famiIiar
with the roads north east

of Fort Jamrud?

I am, sir.
Yes, good, good.

You'II cross
the Frontier tonight.

Take one subaItern,

one NCO, 10 men,
four spare horses.

And, uh, rifIes.

Not Iances.

I see, sir.

OstensibIy,
a hunting expedition.

What subaItern
shaII I take, sir?

Mmm,
any preference?

Mr. Stone, sir.

No service experience.
Take Morgan.

(McGregor)
He's on Ieave, sir.

WeII, then, take Forsythe.

Yes, sir.

Here are your orders.

And this time,
obey them.

Yes, sir.

""(music pIaying)

Forsythe.

Huh?

We're Ieaving for
the border immediateIy.

What?

Action?

Can't say.

Oh.

We Ieave
for the border?

Uh, smaII expedition.
OnIy one junior officer.

Forsythe.
Yes?

One junior officer,
so he had to choose--

I chose Forsythe.

I see.

Sir.

What do you mean by
intruding Iike this?

Why wasn't I chosen
to go with McGregor?

Are you questioning
my orders?

Then it was your orders.

It wasn't McGregor's choice.
It was yours.

Mr. Stone.

I came out to India
to be an officer,

and I've been given
things to do

I Iearned in my first year
at Sandhurst.

I haven't asked any favors,
and I'm not asking any now.

But if you meant to
treat me this way,

why did you
bring me out here?

Why did you send for me?

I didn't send for you.

Y-you didn't?

Oh.

Are you aware
we're being shot at?

We camp here.

This is no pIace to camp.

(bIows whistIe)

Are you
out of your mind?

They'II rush us in the night
and sIit our throats.

This can't be
what the CoIoneI meant.

Easy to see how much
you Iearned in the BIues

about Frontier fighting.

(screaming in Pushtu)

(gun firing)

No firing.

He's mine.

(gun firing)

Rapid fire!

(guns firing)

You just missed my ear, Mac.

You're Iucky, Barrett.

You got a cigarette?

Yeah.

Thanks.

What shaII I teII
the CoIoneI?

Mohammed Khan,

is effecting a coaIition
of aII the tribes.

(WoodIey)
But don't forget, CoIoneI,
GopaI's a friendIy state.

The Emir's our friend,
as who knows
better than you.

Oh, of course, I've known
Othman AIi for 20 years.

Every year or so
I take the regiment

up to GopaI for
maneuvers and pig-sticking.

He's got the best wiId pig
north of the Ganges.

Ah.

But two miIIion
rounds of ammunition.

Oh, no, WoodIey.

Why, that's enough
to start a smaII-sized war.

And then, who knows?

Yes, who knows?

But he asked for it.

And if we refused, weII,
he mightn't be our friend.

And so he gets it, eh?
Yes.

McGregor, Sahib.

Oh, ask Mr. McGregor
to come in.

Oh, sit down, sir,
won't you?

You saw Barrett?
Yes, sir.

He reports Mohammed Khan
is trying to stir up
aII the border tribes,

and effect
a coaIition of aII of them.

They're Iistening
to him as he's promised

to suppIy them
with machine guns,

and two miIIion
rounds of ammunition.

Ammunition?

Oh, that's good work.
Thank you, McGregor.

Thank Barrett, sir.

Look at here, sir, I--I know
it's none of my business,

but couIdn't we
sIip out of here,

a smaII detachment of us,
anyway, on our own?

Try to get a chance
at him, kiII him,

and--and nip the whoIe
business in the bud?

Are you suggesting

that I shouId commence
hostiIities without orders?

And, uh, ahem,
without reporting this

to the InteIIigence?

InteIIigence, those fooIs.
GeneraI staff?

You know, sir, they'II send us
anywhere but into action.

To GopaI to stick pigs
for instance,
Iike Iast summer.

An exceIIent suggestion.

Sir Thomas,
Mr. McGregor.

Mr. McGregor, Maj. Gen.
Sir Thomas WoodIey.

Chief of InteIIigence.
Army Headquarters.

Mr. McGregor.

CoI. Stone, your regiment
wiII Ieave at dawn for GopaI.

Yes, sir.

Now, get yourseIf
a coupIe of hours sIeep.

We Ieave at 6:00.

Yes, sir.

(WoodIey)
Wish I couId go with you.

I aIways Iiked pig-sticking.

Pig-sticking.

WeII, I seem to remember
feeIing that way once.

He's probabIy right.

Hm.

But he brought
our answer, Stone.

A pIain two and two
that makes a very pIain four.

Mohammed Khan needs
two miIIion rounds
of ammunition.

And the Emir of GopaI asks us
for two miIIion rounds--

Yes, yes, and it's not
difficuIt to guess,

that Mohammed Khan persuaded
the Emir to ask for it.

He knows we'II have
to Iet him have it, too.

And GopaI's not onIy remote,

but far enough removed
from the Khan's home fires,

that we shouIdn't
be suspicious.

Very pretty, indeed.

And it becomes
our very pIeasant job,

to see that the Emir

reaIIy is the one
who gets the ammunition.

That oId pussy-footer

gets paid for
being inteIIigent.

I teII you, Forsythe,
everything's going to smash.

What?

Pig-sticking.

We're going to ride
aII around GopaI sticking
toothpicks into pigs.

Sounds rather fun.

I ought to be rather good
at that, don't you think?

Hmm.

By the way, McGregor,
I've got bad news for you.

Your ward needs
parentaI controI, I fear.

That is, if you can find him.

Naim Shah teIIs me
he's been out every night
since we Ieft.

RoIIing home
to quarters bIotto.

Tonight he's stiII
out on a binge.

Hm. We Ieave for
GopaI in two hours.

Oh, without Stone, it appears.

My, what wiII
the stern father say?

You'd better do
something about it, Mac.

The young fooI.

Let oId Ramrod do
what he Iikes with his son.

It's no concern of mine.
I'm going to bed.

So am I.

""(music pIaying)

What are you doing here?

The same as you are.
Looking for him.

And I wish you'd be
honest with yourseIf,

and Iet me know
what you're reaIIy
going to do.

If you'd just teII me,
maybe I'd get more sIeep.

Now that we are here,

what wouId you do
if you were drunk?

How drunk?

Pretty drunk.

I'd go Iooking
for that music.

Come on, speed it up, Stone,

or we'II aII be
doing stabIe duty.

I can take care of myseIf.

Come aIong, Casanova,

these wiII make
a new man of you.

(bugIe bIowing)

(horses neighing)

(bugIe bIowing)

Forgot something.

I thought you
might get Ionesome.

Get yourseIf a cobra.

(bugIe bIowing)

(drums beating)

The weIcoming committee
from the Emir.

(faIcon chirping)

That's his vizier,
bringing gifts

for the CoIoneI
from his oId paI.

(speaking Hindi)

His Highness,

Othman AIi Bahadur,
Emir of GopaI,

bids weIcome to his friends
and aIIies of the Raj.

WeIcome, huzoor,

thrice weIcome,
in the name of AIIah.

Convey my thanks
to your master,

ahem, my oId friend.

Uh, m-may he Iive
a thousand years.

His Highness orders me
to express his wish, huzoor,

that you may Iive Iong enough
to be present at his funeraI.

Uh, oh, yes, quite so.
Quite so.

He went the oId man
one better that time.

Wicked Iooking birds,
aren't they?

Hunting faIcons, Forsythe.

Swiftest thing in the air.

FuII of fight
and trained to kiII,

Iike the rest of these
mangy-Iooking feIIows.

A Iong-Iegged man
is aIways fuII of wind.

(McGregor)
Barrett.

His Highness
invites you, huzoor,

and aII the officer sahibs,
to an entertainment

in your honor,
tonight at the paIace.

I accept on their
behaIf with pIeasure.

AII my thanks
to His Highness.

""(music pIaying)

(speaking Hindi)

His Highness awaits you.

(Iaughing)

(Emir)
Salaam, CoIoneI Sahib.

Salaam, Your Highness.

(Iaughing)

(braceIets jingIing)

May I present the officers
of the 41st BengaI Lancers,
Your Highness?

(Emir Iaughing)

(Emir speaking Hindi)

My poor hoveI is yours,
sahiban.

Everything here
is for your pIeasure.

PIease enjoy yourseIves.

(Iaughing)

Now, this is what
army Iife shouId be.

Like the Arabian Nights,
isn't it?

Anything Iike this
in Canada, Mac?

Quite a teepee, huh?

""(music pIaying)

(braceIets jingIing)

(Iaughing)

I sent to London
for that, and you--

(Emir Iaughing)

My two good friends.
My guest, CoI. Stone.

My guest, Mohammed Khan.

Very gIad to
know you Khan sahib.

At Iast, CoI. Stone.

We aImost met once before,
did we not, you and I?

Yes, I--I beIieve we did.
Just missed you, didn't I?

A bIind man wants
nothing except his eyes.

(Iaughing)

That's an Afghan proverb.

And now,
if you wiII forgive me,

I must Ieave
my two good friends together.

I must go to see
my other guests.

Oh, yes,
Your Highness.

No doubt that Khan and I
wiII find much to taIk about.

(speaks Hindi)

Highness.

You were not expected
with your Iancers.

A hasty trip, wasn't it?

In search of, uh...

Pigs.

""(music pIaying)

(Iaughing)

There's another proverb:

The IittIe jackaI barks,
but the caravan passes.

Won't you sit down,
CoI. Stone?

Yes.

""(music pIaying)

I say, Iook.

I saw her first.

No, no, no,
no, no, no, Mac.

A direct frontaI attack?

That's the wrong tactics.
This requires finesse.

I'II toss you.
The Ioser stays cIear.

Right you are.

Heads.

Now watch cIoseIy.

WeII, uh, go ahead.
Uh, I'm watching you cIoseIy.

(CoIoneI)
GentIemen.

Uh, two more of my officers
I shouId Iike you to meet.

Mr. McGregor, Mr. Forsythe.

This is our friend
and neighbor, Mohammed Khan.

A great pIeasure,
gentIemen.

Let me give you some
advice, Mr. Forsythe.

Never make fun of
miIitary InteIIigence.

Thank you very much.
And now--

Uh, wait a minute.

That girI and...

I've got some things
to find out.

He pIans to Ieave
tomorrow morning.

I knew he wouId
as soon as we got here.

We must keep him
here if possibIe.

I was right.

She came here
with Mohammed Khan.

Aha, so that's how it is.

DipIomatic compIications
rear their heads, huh?

Looks Iike it.
We'd better find them.

Mac, I've been thinking.

I'm very fond
of you, you know.

I have a feeIing this is
going to cost me something.

Oh, no, Mac.

Now, you've done
enough for him, reaIIy.

This time, I'II take
on the rescue work.

WeII, that
touches me deepIy,

but how many times have you
toId me he was my job?

Uh, we'II both
do it, Mac. Huh?

Mr. Stone,
I'm sorry, but uh,

but Maj. HamiIton
wants to see you.

Very important,
he said.

I beg your pardon. I'II be
back in just a moment.

SureIy.

(Iaughing)

No manners at aII,
this younger generation.

CompIeteIy forgot
the introductions, didn't he?

My name's Forsythe.

How do you do?

That's McGregor.

Scotch, you know.
Very queer race.

Did you send for me, Major?

No.

I'm sorry.

I made that same mistake
once before.

(peopIe chattering)

(men Iaughing)

How are your pigs
this year, Highness?

Pigs?

My Iand is overrun
with uncIean beasts.

Oh, that means
good sport tomorrow.

(excIaiming)

You'II join us,
Khan sahib, of course?

Oh, I'm sorry,
I'm Ieaving in the morning.

But if you wish reaI sport,
you must come to my country.

An invitation?

My Iand and aII it contains
is at your disposaI.

Yes, yes, sahib.

Why, he gives his word,
the word of a prince.

I swear it
upon the Koran.

An oath?

Oh, I'II put it
to the test.

(excIaiming)

(chuckIing)
He has you.

What do you
demand of him, sahib?

Postpone your departure.

Join us at
pig-sticking tomorrow.

I--I--I can't.
My affairs demand that--

You must.

You give your oath
upon the Koran.

I am honored, Bahadur.

Tomorrow,

Pig-sticking.

(Iaughing)

I don't beIieve
in expIaining orders,

but this time
it's necessary.

Mohammed Khan's men
are in these hiIIs,

to seize that
ammunition convoy

before it reaches
our friend, the Emir.

There's no need to teII you
how serious one iII-advised

or careIess move
by any of you

might be in this situation.

Oh, of course, we're here
for sport and maneuvers.

(CoIoneI)
And as some of you who are
new to India may not know,

a wounded pig
is a dangerous animaI,

so a word of advice
to, uh, the younger officers.

If you wound a pig
and he takes to cover,

do not dismount and foIIow.

FooIhardiness is not courage.

It's not good soIdiering
and it's not good sport.

(officers chattering)

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.
Good morning.

We shaII ride
together, sir?

It wiII be a pIeasure.

You have the advantage
of me, in years.

The oIder the EngIish fox,
the safer his brush.

Cunning comes with age,
CoI. Stone.

Hunted in the shires, I see.

And you on the border.
We're fairIy matched.

But I prefer
your EngIish sport to this.

You prefer hunting the fox?

Mr. Stone.

I'm worried about you.

Such a dangerous sport.

Nonsense. Why,
there's no risk at aII.

Good Iuck.

(officers chattering)

(men shouting)

(drums beating)

(snorting)

OId Ramrod's spotted one.
Look at him ride.

He made a direct kiII.

Look!

(snorting)

20 Rupees
on the first spear.
Right.

" Oh, he fIew through the air
with the greatest of ease ""

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

(horse gaIIoping)

Did you see oId Ramrod
make that kiII?

''A wounded pig is
a dangerous animaI.''

What rot.

Pig hasn't a chance.

Think so?

(birds chirping)

Hey, Iook.

There's your chance to
find out how simpIe it is.

Stone!

Mr. McGregor!
Mr. McGregor!

You get back on your
horse and stay there.

Mr. Stone! Mr. Stone!

(snorting)

McGregor,
give me your tunic.

No one, you understand,
no one,

must know of this.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Mr. Stone, you've seen fit
to disregard my advice.

You wiII pIease be good
enough to Ieave the fieId.

Yes, sir.

I, uh, I--I shouId
thank you two.

WeII, thank you,
gentIemen.

Now, uh, heIp me
on my horse.

And you, too,
disobeyed my orders.

I distinctIy toId
you not to dismount.

(bugIe bIowing)

(Iancer)
Lights out.

How do you
feeI, sir?

I, oh, oh, quite
aII right, thanks.

They'II be
over at once.

What?

Much better taIk to them
yourseIf, I think, sir.

He's your son, you know.

Better effect than
if it came from me.

And when you taIk,

I happen to know there's
quite a strong friendship

between the boy
and McGregor.

Yeah. Yes, yes, of course.
Of course, yes.

WeII, aII right.

They're here.

WeII, aII right.

Come in.

Oh, yes, yes, of course,
it's you. Yes, I--I...

G-Good evening, gentIemen.

Good evening, sir.
Good evening, sir.

Yes, I, uh,
I--I--I sent for you.

I--I want to taIk
to you about something. Uh...

Uh, sit down.
S-sit down, both of you.

No, no, no,
don't go, HamiIton.

It, um, it's about,
uh, um...

Are your quarters
comfortabIe?

Yes, sir.

Just Iike
SaIisbury PIain, sir.

(chuckIes)
Yes, yes.

There are three of you
together, I understand.

I--I--I mean, my s--

Uh, Mr. Stone is quartered
with you, isn't he?

Yes, sir.

Yes.

WeII, I, uh,

I--I--I want to taIk to you
about something.

Uh,

Uh, oh,

Uh, oh, t-try some
of my tobacco, McGregor.

I-I-It's my own mixture.

You know-- you know,
that feIIow in Jermyn Street.

Lot of perique in it.

Hm.

Too strong for me, maybe.

No. No, not for you,
McGregor.

I-I-it might be for Forsythe.

(Iaughs)
Of the BIues.

Late of the BIues, sir.

Huh? Oh, yes, yes,
Iate of the BIues.

Uh, I--I--I knew
your father, Forsythe.

Oh, did you reaIIy?

(CoIoneI)
Yes.

Snake charmer, wasn't he?

What? Brigadier GeneraI,
a--a snake charmer?

WeII, I thought...

WeII, you see,
his son pIays one of those...

Oh, that's odd.
I--I--I never heard of it.

Uh...

Oh, oh, probabIy,
it's just as weII.

ProbabIy.
Yes, probabIy, sir.

Yes. Yes, I--I--I knew him.

Uh...

Y-your father must be
very proud of you, Forsythe.

T-t-the army a-a-and aII that
sort of thing, I mean.

Oh, he took aII that
for granted, sir.

Yes. Yes. Uh...

Uh--uh, you--you ought to make
a good officer, Forsythe.

Oh, you've got a Iot
to Iearn yet, of course.

Oh, yes, sir.
Yes.

W-w-where is your father now?

CheItenham.
Retired.

Retired?

Yeah.

WeII, we--we come to it.

We aII come to it.

Not much to Iook
forward to then.

Not much, unIess, uh...

WeII, uh, we've had
a hard day.

Now, you--you'd better
get yourseIf some sIeep.

Good night, gentIemen.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Good night, sir.

Yeah, good night, HamiIton.

That feIIow in Jermyn Street.

Pour Iumps of sugar.

Not much to
Iook forward to.

So he wanted
to taIk to us.

WeII,
whatever it was,

he couIdn't get it
off his chest, couId he?

Say, do you suppose...

Ah, is the Iight
beginning to break?

I got it.

The oId man doesn't know
what to do about his kid,

and wants us
to heIp him,

but just
couIdn't get it out.

That's briIIiant, Mac.

That's positiveIy briIIiant.

That's it, aII right.

I never thought
he cared that much.

I never thought
he was that human.

Yet the way
he went after that pig

when he thought
his boy was in for it.

Yeah, game oId cock.

Those tusks got him a Iot
worse than he Iets on, too.

Boy's pretty
bitter and ugIy.

LargeIy the oId
man's fauIt, of course.

PartIy the oId man's,
partIy our system's.

But mostIy the boy's.

Let's wake him up.

WeII, no, Mac. I Ieave that
to you. He's your ward.

WeII, the oId man taIked
to you, too, didn't he?

That girI.

Ah, youth, youth!

(speaking Hindi)

I trust you won't find
the journey

too uncomfortabIe,
Mr. Stone.

(speaking Hindi)

HaIt! Who goes there?

Guard, turn out.

Barrett sahib.

(gun firing)

(McGregor)
As he turned around, we fired
and brought him down, sir.

Thank you, McGregor.

Your version, Forsythe?

Mr. Stone
was not in his tent.

That's aII we can say, sir.

You've both tried
to shieId him.

AII the facts are obvious.

He couIdn't
have been seized

in the middIe of the camp
without some outcry.

Just sIipped out
against orders.

Anyway, he can teII
where they've taken him, sir.

HamzuIIa, ask him
where Mohammed Khan
has taken my son.

(speaking Hindi)

I think I can
make him taIk, sir.

WeII, try.

Guards doubIed
as ordered, sir.

Thank you, Norton.

Barrett?

Bad?

The eyes, and the usuaI...

(Afridi screaming)

(speaking Hindi)

(McGregor continues
shouting in Hindi)

(stammering in Pushtu)

MogaIa.

Thank you,
McGregor.

I Iearned that
one from you, sir.

HamzuIIa Khan,
take him away

and see that he
is weII guarded.

(speaking Hindi)

TriaI of that Afridi,
10:00 a.m. Tomorrow.

Services for Barrett,
at noon.

That's aII, gentIemen.

But, sir.
I thought that--

You thought what,
Mr. McGregor?

That you were going
after your son, sir.

This incident wiII not change
our pIans in any respect.

But--But knowing where
he's taking your son

makes aII
the difference, sir.

We can be at MogaIa
aImost as soon as he is.

This regiment
can ride, sir.

I'm aware
my regiment can ride.

I'm aIso aware that
I am not going to do

preciseIy what Mohammed Khan
has pIanned that I shouId do.

He took my son
to goad me into pursuing him

to draw the Iancers
from their position.

He's mistaken his man.

But this--
In our present position,

the regiment hoIds
Mohammed Khan checkmate.

The regiment stays here.

Then Iet me go.

I can take
a smaII detachment--

Mr. McGregor, I cannot
weaken the strength

of the regiment
in this emergency.

And I can't permit you
or any other officer

to risk their Iives
for Mr. Stone.

But he's your son, and
we can save him, can't we?

That wiII be aII,
Mr. McGregor.

Then take a Iook at that.

That's what Mohammed Khan
does to his prisoners.

That's quite unnecessary,
Mr. McGregor.

I know what may
happen to my son

through his own
disobedience and foIIy.

I'd just begun to think
I was wrong about you,

but I wasn't.

You haven't a human bone
in your body.

There's not a drop
of bIood in your veins.

You're nothing but a--

McGregor.

So you'II sit here
with your regiment

whiIe they kiII
your son by inches.

WeII, I won't!

I'm going after him whether
you Iike it or not.

Mr. McGregor!

Pending charges
of insubordination

you wiII pIease consider
yourseIf under arrest.

Mr. Forsythe, you wiII be
responsibIe for the prisoner.

You fooI.
Can't you see--

So you--
Mac!

Come aIong.

WeII, I must say
you spoke your mind,

oId coIoniaI, if
there's any virtue in that.

''Regiment, duty,
you're improperIy dressed.''

That's aII
he cares about.

So they'II say,

''Very good, CoI. Stone,''
and pin another medaI on him.

Or eIse he's...

Haven't you said enough,
McGregor?

The coIoneI's right
and you know it.

You're onIy making it
harder for him.

If you take my advice,
you'II go over and apoIogize.

Not me. ApoIogize
after what he did?

Oh, for heaven's sake, man,
get some sense.

Do you suppose it was
an easy thing for him to do?

His own son?

Why wasn't it?

He doesn't care
about him.

He'd do the same thing
to any of us.

(McGregor)
But to sit here and Iet them
puII his own son to pieces

because of a few
cases of ammunition--

Are you bIind, man?

You think he doesn't care?

WeII, I know he does.

WeII, I suppose
if it were your son,

you'd sit here, too,
Iike a dummy.

You wouId not--

No, I shouId probabIy
have ordered the regiment out.

That's because I'm not
the man the coIoneI is.

Nor the soIdier.

WeII, if that's what
you caII being a man

or a soIdier, I don't
want any part of it.

Not me.

That kid needs him.
It's his own bIood,

and if he cared
a hang about him--

Of course he cares. But
what's that got to do with it?

He Ioved his wife, too,
but he Iost her.

She was American.

CouIdn't stick the service,
couIdn't understand.

So he chose the regiment then
just as he's doing now.

But that doesn't mean
he didn't care.

I know.

I ought to know.
We were Cubs together.

He put his whoIe souI
into the regiment,

and that's aII he's had.

And he won't have that Iong,
either. Retirement.

He'II have an armchair
in the cIub,

and a window over the rag,
and that's aII.

And he'II have nothing

if his boy doesn't carry on
in this regiment.

Then he'd have everything?

Of course he wouId.
That's what it means to him.

But you think
he'd Iet that make

any difference
to his orders, to his job?

WeII, why shouIdn't it?

Why can't he be
a IittIe Iess of a soIdier

and more of a man?

Why can't he forget
his bIasted duty for once?

Man, you are bIind!

Have you never thought

how for generation
after generation here,

a handfuI of men
have ordered the Iives

of 300 miIIion peopIe?

It's because he's here,
and a few more Iike him.

Men of his breed
have made British India.

Men who put their jobs
above everything.

He wouIdn't Iet death
move him from it

and he won't Iet Iove
move him from it.

When his breed of man
dies out, that's the end.

And it's
a better breed of man

than any of us wiII ever make.

Good night, gentIemen.

There's a great deaI
of speaking of minds

going on here tonight.

I didn't think
the oId boy had it in him,

but he's right.

According to his way
of thinking, maybe.

It's funny,
your being out here

and thinking of it
in any other way.

On their side, huh?

WeII, I'm not. So I'm
going to do something.

There's been enough thinking
and taIking, too. I'm going.

(cIattering)

Are you reaIIy, now?

You know, you put me
in a rather awkward position.

Look, I don't want
any troubIe with you,

but I'm going.

WeII, when do we start?

What do you mean ''we''?

You're my prisoner, you know.

I couIdn't Iet you
out of my sight.

I regret to have
to report, sir.

McGregor and Forsythe
have disappeared.

What, desertion?

I suppose it is,
technicaIIy.

WeII, what did you expect?

(beIIs tinkIing)

" Sure I Iove
the dear siIver "

" That shines in her hair "

" And the brow
that's aII furrowed "

" and wrinkIed with care "

" I kiss the dear fingers
so toiI-worn for me "

" Oh, God bIess you
and keep you "

" Mother "

" Mcgregor ""

(peopIe speaking Pushtu)

Why do they want to taIk
so many Ianguages in India?

It's up to you.

You'II have to be
the taIking merchant.

I'II be
the deaf and dumb one.

(inaudibIe)

(aII speaking Hindi)

(indistinct chattering)

(cameI beIIs tinkIing)

(speaking Pushtu)

WeII,
at Ieast we're in.

I hope getting out
is as easy.

(gates creaking)

Trying to be funny?

No, I'm not
trying to be funny.

I'm scared stiff.

What are we
going to do now?

Try to Iook and act
Iike the rest

of these merchants.
Set up shops.

SeII a few doodads
whiIe we take a Iook around.

I don't see anything
that Iooks Iike a pIan.

As far as I can see,

we've just stuck our head
in the Iion's mouth.

A very Iarge and
unpIeasant Iion, too.

Suppose you
were Mohammed Khan,

where wouId you have put him?

Oh, no, you pIay first.
It'II be more fun.

AII right.

You stay here
and unpack these things

and set up shop.

I'II take a Iook around.

Don't forget
you're deaf and dumb.

(indistinct chattering)

(hammering)

(peopIe chattering)

(whirring)

(peopIe chattering)

(speaking Hindi)

(arguing in Hindi)

(shouting in Hindi)

(speaking Hindi)

(speaking Hindi)

You'd better cut
your prices, Mac,

before I get my throat cut.

Do you think
she recognized us?

I hope not.

I don't think so.

Anyway,
we won't worry about it.

Did you see
anything interesting?

Not a thing.

(imam chanting)

(man shouting in Hindi)

(mumbIing in Hindi)

What's that mean?
Time to go?

Yes.

But we're gonna stay
right here untiI we can--

(imam continues chanting)

(speaking Pushtu)

He's in aII right.
No doubt about that.

And doing rather weII, too.

CIicquot.
I saw the IabeI. Iced.

If that's the way
Mohammed Khan
tortures his victims

I'd Iike to change pIaces
with him for 10 minutes.

That guard's got
a key aII right.

If we can Iast tiII night,
hit the guard over the head

get the kid out,
try and steaI some horses--

Jump them over
a 40-foot waII

and then that mad dash
for the border.

(imitates
hooves cIomping)

WeII, you think
of something better.

(speaking Hindi)

Mohammed Khan sent for us.

He wants to see
our rugs and Iaces.

Do you suppose?
No, I don't suppose.

Don't forget
you're deaf and dumb.

(McGregor speaking Hindi)

(speaking Hindi)

Oh, come, come, gentIemen.

It isn't everyday
that two British officers

prostrate themseIves
at the feet of
a poor border chieftain.

Mr. McGregor, Mr. Forsythe.

I toId you, this Mardi Gras
wouId be a washout.

I had hoped the CoIoneI
might come himseIf

but since he has so
very cIeverIy refused,

I weIcome you
to my humbIe home.

You remember,
my dear, of course?

How couId I forget?

They were such
charming dinner companions.

Dinner. Yes, of course.

You wiII dine with me
sureIy, gentIemen,

to try my poor savage fare?

I know you must be anxious
to meet my guest of honor.

I wouIdn't do that
if I were you, Mr. McGregor.

Yes, I've--I've seen
good cricket in my time.

I was an Oxford man,
you know.

But I must compIiment you,
Mr. Forsythe,

on your deIivery.

Superb.

Oh, charming
compIiment.

My onIy regret is that
it wasn't a hand grenade.

(chuckIes)
A charming thought.

A charming dinner.

The mutton
was, uh, exceIIent.

AIways mutton.

We have mutton or chicken
up here. But, as you say,

good mutton, quite the equaI
of your EngIish South Down.

Now you put me in a very
difficuIt position.

Pride of country urges me
to argue the point.

But my position
as, uh...

as a guest,
shaII we say--

By aII means a guest,
for the time being.

For the time being, huh?

Pass the wine.

My position
as a guest

for the time being,
of course,

incIines me
to agree with you.

WeII, a compIiment indeed,

that we can approach
the exceIIence
of anything British.

I'm fed up with this
cat-and-mouse business.

Let's taIk sense.

You've got us here
and now what are you
going to do with us?

Mac, manners,
manners.

By the way, we didn't
thank the Khan sahib

for our charming
and picturesque raiment.

Suppose we stay
with the subject?

I'm quite prepared
to suppIy you

with horses to return
to your regiment.

You can teII your coIoneI
that some of my men

misunderstood his son's
innocent fIirtation.

(Mohammed)
Of course,
when I found it out,

I punished them at once.

An easy expIanation of how
I came to set you free.

And, uh,
what's the catch?

You have onIy to answer
two very simpIe questions:

By what route is
the ammunition train coming

and just where does
the regiment pIan

to meet it for convoy?

WeII, when the furry
IittIe animaI

jumped out of the bag
he reaIIy jumped, didn't he?

WeII, gentIemen.

We have ways
to make men taIk.

If you'II forgive me,
I--I have a headache.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

""(music pIaying)

Madame VoIkanskaya
finds our methods

in this part of the worId

a IittIe too direct
for her taste.

Your brandy, gentIemen.

Take it. We may need it.

I regret this,

but thanks to your coIoneI's
coId heart and coId brain

I have no other choice,
and very IittIe time.

Now that we're
no Ionger guests,

teII him what you
reaIIy think of the mutton.

Oh, yes.

As much as I regret
to say this,

your mutton
is undoubtedIy--

''Rotten'' is the word.

Thanks, Mac.

Come, now, gentIemen,
must I proceed

to these absurd
and unpIeasant extremes?

LittIe bamboo sIivers

but when they're driven
under the fingernaiIs

and Iighted,

we find them
very effective.

Bring the other two gentIemen
a IittIe bit cIoser

so they can see weII.

(speaking Pushtu)

I shaII proceed first
with Mr. McGregor.

(thudding)

I'II get you some water.

I'd rather have
a cigarette, Mac.

(Stone screaming)

Dentist once in MontreaI
hit a nerve.

It hurt aImost as bad.

WeII, he's been
to a dentist.

(door Iatch opening)

Let me aIone!

Come on, Tania.
Don't faiI me, Tania.

Come aIong,
Mohammed Khan.

Show some speed!

(McGregor)
Tania!

For dear
oId Forsythe.

Tania! Tania!
Run, jump, do something!

Do anything.

That's right.
Here we go.

Tania!
One jump.

Come on, Mohammed Khan,
take that hurdIe.

Ah, Mohammed Khan,
by haIf a Iength.

That makes 40 miIIion
Rupees you owe me.

Another day of this,
and I'm broke.

Another day of this, we'II
be going around in circIes

Iike
those cockroaches.

Ah, I wonder when these
whiskers stop itching

and begin to be a beard!

FouIest torture
ever invented.

Keep us in a ceII
that crawIs

and fix us so
we can't scratch.

(men shouting)

(horse hooves cIomping)

AII the Khan's horses
and aII the Khan's men.

(men continue shouting)

It didn't
take him Iong.

I'd Iike to
have seen the Iook

on the CoIoneI's face.

(metaIIic cIinking)

It Iooks as if they were
expecting troubIe.

(speaking Hindi)

There's onIy one answer.

The CoIoneI's
after them.

And with aII
the ammunition here,

there's nothing to
keep him in GopaI.

With those machine guns

and two miIIion rounds
of ammunition

the regiment
wouIdn't have a chance.

The oId Ramrod's a fooI
to try it.

(Forsythe)
He wiII, though.

There's nothing much
we can do about it.

(sighs)

I wish I had
my toodIe-oodIe here.

I'd pIay you some
wiId Scotch airs.

Over my dead body,
you wouId.

You know, that's
rather cIever, Mac.

Why don't you say it?
Why don't you say
what you're thinking?

Forget it!

I'm to bIame. I toId them,
that's what you're thinking.

Why don't you say it?
Shut up!

AII right, I toId them
and why shouIdn't I? For him?

To stand there and watch

and know aII the time
I was gonna be next

to have your naiIs torn off
and those pincers

and burning sticks
driven into you untiI...

And things you
can't even taIk about.

(sobs)

Why shouId I stand aII that?

For what? For him?

For a service that makes him
Iike he's been to me?

He Ieft me here, didn't he?

He knew what they'd do.

He wouIdn't come
after me, not him.

(Stone)
Regiment, service, duty!

Why shouId I stand
what you did for them?

Why shouId I?
Why shouId any of us? Why?

I toId you to forget it.

AII right, Mac.

But I stiII
don't understand why.

Why? WeII...

WeII, there are some things
they don't teach you

in miIitary coIIege.
Can't, I guess.

India's big, you know.
There are 300 miIIion peopIe

and run by, uh,
just a handfuI of men.

(McGregor)
The--The--The job comes first.

Like oId Ramrod,

you can't Iet death
move you, nor Iove.

And it's Iike...

How can I teII you
what it's aII about

when I don't know
myseIf?

'''The time has
come,'the WaIrus said,

'''To speak of many things

'''Of ships and shoes
and seaIing-wax,

Of cabbages and kings.'''

Oh, shut up!

You don't Iike
poetry?

How shouId I know?
I never read any.

Perhaps something
more rugged.

''Ever the faith endures,

''EngIand, my EngIand

''Take and break us,
we are yours

''EngIand, my own

''Life is good, joy runs high

''Between EngIish earth and sky

''Death is death
and we shaII die

''to the Song
on your bugIes bIown, EngIand

To the stars on
your bugIes bIown!''

If I had known I was
going to say aII this,

I wouId have
brought my vioIin.

(men shouting)

You weren't by
any chance thinking
how nice it wouId be

if someone spiIIed the fire
into that ammunition,
were you?

About 200 yards,
I'd say.

Nearer a 100.

My Iast year in Oxford
I won the 220.

I ran the 100
in 10 fIat at McGiII.

It's nearer 200.
And where's McGiII?

McgiII's in MontreaI.

And this is a job
for a 100-yard man.

Forget I'm your
superior officer?

Forget you're
my prisoner?

Toss you?

The cockroaches.

If Tania gets to
the waII first, I win.

It's a go?
Mohammed Khan! Come on!

(McGregor)
Tania, what's the matter?

Mohammed Khan again!
It's my job.

Your Iuck's as good
as ever, Mac.

And now aII I have to do

is figure a way
to get out of here.

That's aII.

(bugIe bIowing)

Too Iate, sir.

HopeIess to
attack that strength.

If we retire now
and that ammunition

is distributed
amongst the tribes...

You know what that means.

Yes, a costIy job,
sir.

I know.

But it's worth
the whoIe regiment.

Squadron, wheeI into Iine.
GaIIop!

(bugIe bIowing)

What are you doing?

I'm trying to wear
a hoIe in the waII

so we can aII
cIimb through.

(door Iatch opening)

(men chattering)

It occurred to me,
gentIemen

that you might Iike to know
what is to become of you.

I'm expecting a visit
from your coIoneI
in a few minutes.

I can assure you he wiII
receive a very warm reception.

In the coming engagement,
if the CoIoneI escapes

I shaII send you aII
back to him aIive.

If he is captured,
you wiII aII die.

In any case,
I shaII have the pIeasure

of bringing the CoIoneI
face to face with a son

who betrayed his Empire.

(footsteps pattering)

(speaking Hindi)

Very fooIish,
Mr. Forsythe.

You shouId aIways temper
courage with judgment.

(groans)

That's a fooI thing
to do.

We'II get it
soon enough.

Did you get a gun, too?

Just about enough powder
in those, I think,

to bIow that Iock off.

It took us five days
to think of that.

Us?

Take a IittIe water and mix
enough straw and mud

to seaI this Iock.

What do we use
for a fuse?

Mac.

Yeah.

This idea, I'm in on it.

It was my fauIt, aII this,

and if there's any way...
I mean--

Sure, I know.
Ready with that wick?

I mean, there's not
much Ieft that...

WeII, I couIdn't go back,
Iike he said,

not to the regiment
or to EngIand.

If anybody's going
to take any chances,

I'II take them.

Sure you're in on it.

Never thought of it
any other way.

Just stick cIose and
do what you're toId

tiII we get this open.

(men chattering outside)

There's someone
on that tower
with a machine gun.

Let me get it and cover you
whiIe you make a run for it.

AII right.

Look, I've got a hunch

we're going to
get out of this.

We can't Iet the oId man or
anybody know what's happened.

(expIosion)

(men shouting)

(bugIe bIowing)

(men yeIIing indistinctIy)

(bugIe continues bIowing)

(shouting in Hindi)

Mohammed Khan!
Mohammed Khan!

(speaking Pushtu)

(gunshot)

(screams in Urdu)

(speaking Pushtu)

This way.

(speaking Hindi)

AII right, Mac,
you keep me covered.

I can make it from here.

(thudding)

(bugIe bIowing)

BugIes. Trumpets.

Man needs seasoning.

Poetry!

(men shouting)

(men screaming)

(bugIe bIowing)

(guns firing)

(men screaming)

Mac! Mac, I... I...

He did it for me.
To undo what I did!

The Iast thing
Mac asked you...

the oId man mustn't know.

It's just as good a way
of paying what you owe.

(gunfire continuing)

(bugIe bIowing)

(shouting indistinctIy)

(gunfire continues)

(men shouting indistinctIy)

(aII screaming in Pushtu)

(whistIe bIowing)

Mother McGregor.

(bugIe bIowing)

Lt. John Forsythe

by command of His Majesty
the King-Emperor,

I confer upon you

the distinguished
service order.

Second Lt. DonaId Stone,
41st BengaI Lancers.

For conspicuous gaIIantry
and devotion to duty.

(HamiIton)
He attacked singIe-handed,
a group of the enemy

and kiIIed their Ieader

thus demoraIizing
hostiIe forces

at a moment when
the success of our arms

at MogaIa was in the baIance.

Second Lt. DonaId Stone

by Command of His Majesty
the King-Emperor

I confer upon you the
distinguished service order.

Lt. AIan McGregor

41st BengaI Lancers,
deceased.

(HamiIton)
For vaIor.

At the sacrifice of his Iife

he destroyed enemy
ammunition suppIies

contributing thereby
to the success of our arms

in the action at MogaIa.

His Majesty the King-Emperor
has been graciousIy pIeased

to confer posthumousIy
the Victoria Cross

upon the Iate
Lt. McGregor.

(CoIoneI)
In accordance with
the custom of this regiment

I pIace this cross

upon the saddIecIoth
of his horse.

""(band pIaying)