All language subtitles for 1937 - William Dieterle - Another dawn - Eng sub

That there
Captain Roark

will be just
like the Colonel

when he gets a bit
more sand in his boots.

In his boots?

He'll get a lot in his face
he can't spit out

if he don't stop flying that
secondhand casket he bought.

He handles it
all right.

It ain't him.
'Tis the ship.

The motor's
half bailing wire.

Besides, it don't
carry enough petrol

to clean the spots
off your tunic.

Get along now
and clean these guns here.

Get along here now.

And if I find
any sand in them,

I'll wipe them out
personally...

With both of you.

I was afraid you wouldn't
have enough petrol

to get back, sir.

Two more backfires,
and I wouldn't have had.

What-
what's this, sir?

What made
these holes, sir?

Moths, Murphy.
Moths.

In the future,

I do not anticipate
any more raiding

on the Dikut border,

owing to the recent
boundary settlement

between Achaben
and the Musa Tareef.

The two
opposing chieftains.

New paragraph.

On this date, I'm going
on two months' leave.

The post will remain in
command of Captain Roark,

in whom I have
the utmost confidence

as an officer
and a diplomat.

I am, et cetera,
et cetera.

Hello, Roark.
Come in.

That's all.
Thank you.

Well,
what's the news?

Sit down.

By the way, uh, I
couldn't help overhearing

what you said
at the end

of that letter
you were dictating.

I appreciate that.
Thanks.

Any recommendations
you get from me

are in recognition
of service,

not friendship.

Gad, it's 2:00.

I'll never catch
that train

if I don't pack.

Come and lend
a hand.

Right.

Help yourself to a peg. Right.

Now, that's what I call
a Democratic orderly-

sleeps in your bed
and snores at you.

You ought to have him
tuned. He's a bit off-key.

Hey!

What are you
doing there, Wilkins?

I'm, uh,

looking for the collar starch, sir.

Oh, well, let it go.

You'll look
after my luggage.

Like lightning,
sir.

These the only
socks I have?

Oh, no, sir.
You have others.

Well,
where are they?

You've got
them on, sir.

All right.

All right.
I'll take it.

Yes?

Hello, Grace.

Oh, it's you.

Were you the idiot that
just flew over in that kite?

I don't care if the Colonel does fly it.

The army's
full of colonels,

but I've only
got one brother.

Incidentally, why aren't
you on your way into town?

The station?

Oh, righto.

Oh, there you are.

Well, look who's here
on time.

You haven't
forgotten anything?

I swear I've packed everything,

even my heavy
underwear.

Good.
Wilkins...

Are you sure he has
his heavy woolens?

Yes, miss. Uh,
here and there.

Well, what do you mean,
"here and there"?

Well, uh, the "here"
part's in the bag,

and the "there" part,
the moths have.

Oh. Have you got
the tickets?

Almost. I've got
the vouchers.

Ha ha ha!

Kipling should have
immortalized Wilkins.

Hello. There you are.

I've been looking all over
the blooming place for you.

What's the game?

We're giving
Mr. Wilkins

a going-away
present.

What?
The Colonel's flunky?

Are you Matey with him?

Nah.
Matey, me eye.

He's as yellow
as a buttercup.

He used to be
in the line

until the Colonel
found out about it.

He hid out
on a sniping party

when he'd been sent back
for reinforcements.

We lost two men on
account of the dirty dog.

I wonder why the Colonel
didn't kick him

all the way out
of the blooming army

instead of only halfway.

I can't figure it
meself.

Ah, he's a funny bloke,
the Colonel.

He's got the book of
regulations for a heart,

and he thinks the
golden rule is a ramrod,

but I've never yet
seen him break a man

for his first mistake.

There he goes.
Hey, Wilkins.

Wilkins.

Now, now, now.

Now, leave me alone.

I've just got
the Colonel's tickets.

Leave him alone.

Now, isn't that a fine
way for him to be talking?

Well, we came
to say good-bye

and give you a little
present from the lads.

Present?

Well, you see,

we've been
kind of rough on you,

and we didn't
want you to be off

without a little something
to let you know

what we really
think of you.

What? All of you?

Every last man
contributed.

Oh, well, you might
tell the lads

that if they had sent me an
invitation to Buckingham Palace,

I couldn't have
been more obliged.

Thank you. Thank you.

Au revoir.

Take your seats,
please.

Good trip, sir. Good luck.

Come back soon.

If I were to kiss you
good-bye,

do you think your
little brother would object?

I'd like
to see him try.

Take care
of yourself, Grace.

Have a nice holiday,
John.

Good luck.

Good-bye, sir.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

Take care of yourself.

Have a nice
trip, John.

Done up nice
and neat, ain't it, sir?

Very nicely.

It's from the lads
at the station, sir.

You shouldn't worry
about that, Wilkins.

Just remember there's
a very thin line

between a man being
a coward and a hero.

There's that
little something

that makes him go
one way or the other.

If you ran
the wrong way once,

it doesn't mean
he's entitled

to receive the white
feathers of cowardice.

I want you to Polish my
shoes before you go to bed.

You've been lax
about them lately.

Yes, sir.

Mademoiselle,

I must take advantage
of shipboard levity

and introduce myself.

I am Victor Romkoff,

and you are mademoiselle Julia Ashton-

an American.

You see, I have
an eye for such things,

and I've already
asked the purser,

but you have not
asked about me, no?

One of your
American magazines

recently referred to me as
the number-one tobacco tycoon.

You must have Brandy
with me.

Steward!

Bring me
Napoleon Brandy 1811.

The big glasses.

Yes, sir.

Vite!

You will like
this Brandy.

You are traveling alone,
the purser told me.

You must find it not very amusing, huh?

At the present moment,
I find it revolting.

Do you?

How charming.

I see we understand
each other.

What is this book
you're reading, huh?

When one is lonely,
one reads a great deal, huh?

But there are things
in life that make-

I believe
you promised

to make a 4 of bridge
in the card room.

You're ready
to leave now.

Yes, I am.
Thank you.

Oh, but, mademoiselle.
You cannot leave now.

You-

your Brandy, sir.

Shall I take it
away?

No!

Singularly unpleasant fellow, isn't he?

Impossible.

I'm very grateful
to you.

Not at all.
Thank you again.

One day, Dikut will be a great,
wealthy independent country

because England
had faith in it.

You love Dikut,
don't you?

15 years of my life
are buried out there

with a good number
of my men,

and, uh, well...

So much of your past
is dug under any soil,

you want to see it produce a
richer harvest because of it.

But that's your job.

What of the man?

I think they're
one and the same.

Probably that's what
makes us chaps so stuffy.

It's difficult
for a woman

to understand that,
isn't it?

No.

I can understand it.

I used to know
a man like that.

Well,
it's rather late.

I better turn in.

Too late for a stroll
around the deck?

I'm afraid so.

I haven't packed yet,
and we land tomorrow.

Well, then,
this really is good-bye.

I suppose so.

Thank you for making the
trip more interesting.

Good-bye.
Good-bye.

And good luck.

Thanks.

Hello, Lydia.

Colonel Wister.

I'm so glad John
persuaded you to come.

So am I.

Now you must
meet everybody.

This is Mrs. farnold.

How do you do?

And this is lord Alden.

Delighted.

How do you do?

Here.
Have a spot.

Oh, thanks.

Most of our guests
don't seem to be happy

unless
they're perspiring.

They're all out batting
some sort of a ball about.

Take your choice-

tennis, golf, Polo,
or ping-pong-

if lord Alden
feels up to it.

What about
some bridge?

What I'd really like to do
is to try my hand at golf.

Well, you can't
do it sitting down.

Come on. I'll
lend you my club.

Of course, you might
catch up with Julia.

She just teed off,

or do you mind being beaten by a woman?

If any woman
beats me,

I beat her right back,

preferably with
a nibbling on the head.

Julia, did you say?

Julia Ashton.

Julia Ashton?

By jove, we came over
on the same ship together.

Really?

Do say, hard woman
to catch up with, though.

I could never get on
the same planet with her.

Wound up in herself,
wouldn't you say?

In someone else,
rather.

Remember
Duncan Hitchin?

Yes.

Invents airplane engines,
isn't he?

He did.

Invented the best one in the world.

The poor devil had to
die to prove it, though.

Duncan Hitchin's
dead?

He went out on a night
flight over the Irish sea

and just didn't come
back the next morning.

Oh, now I'm beginning
to understand.

Pity a chap like that
had to go west.

And I wonder.

As duffers
like you and I

plod our way
over the horizon,

men like Hitchin
rush out to meet it,

and I suppose
the difference is

that we know
how to live

and they know
how to die.

Rough on her,
of course.

Yes.

Memories don't die
as readily as men do.

Will you two empire
builders stop talking?

After all, Colonel
Wister's expressed a desire

to go out
and dig his divots.

Very difficult
course, isn't it?

Keep your eye
on the ball, sir.

If you say that
to me again,

I'll take
this club and...

Probably miss
your head with it.

Ow!

Anyone with brains
enough to count up to 4

would have sense
enough to shout it

when they
slice a ball.

Only
an infernal idiot

could hit a ball
like that anyway.

That's a nice way
to talk to a lady.

Miss Ashton.

This is a bit
of luck.

What? Getting hit
with a golf ball?

Ha ha! It's worth it to see you again.

Thank you. What are you doing here?

We're fellow guests
at the bentons'.

Really? How nice.

Are you
badly damaged?

No, no. Not a bit.

It's rather
rough luck, though,

being hit
by a golf ball

and not be able
to hit one back.

Off your game?

7 years.

Well, I-I'm doing
just a practice round.

We can play together
if you like.

Maybe I can give you
a suggestion or two.

Splendid!

All right. Tee off.

Here we go.

Fore, Saint Peter.

Ha ha ha ha!

That's freedom-

to escape from the world entirely

and to be up there with
infinity to fly through

and eternity
to fly it

and both of them yours
for the taking.

I've often
thought of that.

You know, if I were
that fellow,

I'm sure I shall
be tempted to fly

straight
into the sunset

until my courage
gave out

and turned me back.

Some men
don't turn back.

Oh, I say.

I'd forgotten
for the moment

that you were the woman
who loved Duncan Hitchin.

No.

No other woman
who loves Duncan Hitchin.

I'm sorry.

For him? Why?

His luck held out.

He died
clean and young

before anything could-
could grow old or dim.

He was always
ahead of life

and finally lost it
in the sunset

before it could
catch up with him

and make him pay
for all the beauty

and glamour and laughter it gave him.

He died owing life.

I wasn't
thinking of him.

Nor was I entirely.

My luck held out, too.

You know, although
they're ashamed of it,

every honest woman knows
that a life has but one love,

and however long
it lasts,

it's hers forever.

Mine was 3 years...

3 ecstatic years,

in which I spent
all the love I had

to find memories
so beautiful,

they compensate for never
being able to love again.

What was that?

Oh, nothing.

That's one of those
pat arabic phrases

that fit
almost anything.

What does it mean?

It means "the hopes we have
for tomorrow die today."

Just put it
over there, will you?

And how went the golf?

Everywhere
but into the cup.

Miss Ashton's quite
an expert, though.

Hits an incredibly
long drive.

And miss Ashton
had better jump

into a hot tub immediately,

or she's gonna be incredibly
stiff from doing it.

See you later.

Yes. I'll give you a
revenge at backgammon.

Fine.

I hope lady Benton
doesn't wait tea for us.

After two weeks, I think
they'd rather enjoy missing us.

They're probably
delighted

at my boat sailing
on Wednesday.

Wednesday?
Mm-hmm.

I hate the thought
of never seeing you again.

Good friends
always meet again.

So you do think
of me as a friend.

One of whom
I'm very fond.

I'm fond of you, too.

In fact, I've dared
to be too fond.

I love you, Julia.

Shouldn't I
have said that?

There wasn't
any need.

You knew.

Yes,

and I feel
very flattered

because I admire and
respect you so much,

I'd give anything
in the world

if I could love you.

I want to, but...

I just can't.
That's all.

You see,
I still love him.

Oh, you must
forgive me that.

Yes.

Yes. Of course.

Have a splash
more tea.

Thank you.

And there was
old Tommy in the bunker,

breaking his clubs
one by one over his knee.

"Great heavens,"
I cried,

"don't do that."

"Why not?" Said he.

"It's better
than losing your temper."

Ha ha ha ha!

Well...

After that, I think
I'll go to bed.

Good night,
lady Benton.

Good night.

A cable
for you, sir.

Good night.

Oh, good night.

Good night. Good night.

Anything wrong?

Not here.

There seems to be
some trouble in Dikut.

I have to get back.

I shall miss you,
John.

I'd rather you didn't
have the opportunity.

What do you mean?

Julia, just to whom
and to what

are you going back
in America?

To nothing
and to no one.

That's why
I'm going there

instead of staying here
where I've been happy.

It's a little
too difficult

to try to build
a new life

from the ashes
of the old one.

And what do you expect of this new life?

Happiness?
A career?

I haven't the talent
for a career

nor the capacity
for happiness anymore.

No.

All I'm looking for
is contentment

and the opportunity to be
useful enough to justify living.

I can give you that,
Julia.

You love me
a great deal, don't you?

So much that just
seeing you every day

and knowing that you're
fond of me is enough.

No.

No. One day, you'd grow
to hate me or yourself

because I couldn't
love you.

No, Julia.

All I'd ever ask of you is your respect.

But there's so much more
to love than that, John.

I'd only cheat you.

The only way
you can cheat me

is by letting me
go back to Dikut alone.

John, are you sure that you
understand? That you know?

Yes.

I know
that I love you,

and I understand why
you would never love me.

You see, I never expected much of love,

so I can be grateful for a little

and not be jealous
of the man

who never came back.

Julia, my job in Dikut's
interesting, important.

You can help me
with it,

and you'll find
contentment there.

The desert's so-
so vast, so remote

from the world you're living in that...

In a little while, the past
will seem not quite real.

All right, John.

I'll go with you.

Thank you, my dear.

Wonder where
Denny is.

I cabled him
we were coming.

I didn't mention
you, though.

He'd probably faint.

I hope not.

I won't be
a minute, dear.

Wilkins, come and check
the luggage.

Yes, sir.

Great Scott,
it's in.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Would you mind very much if I asked

if I could be
of any assistance?

Not very much...

Because I don't
need any.

Sorry.

Hoped you'd
give me a chance

to do my daily good turn, that's all.

I will.

Left about turn.

Denny.
Hello, Denny!

Hello, sir.

Good trip?
Yes. Fine.

Sorry to spoil your
holiday with that wire.

Holiday, man? Honeymoon. What?

Let me introduce you
to the Colonel's lady.

This is Captain Roark.

How do you do?

How do you do,
Captain Roark?

Why, congratulations.

This is the best thing that's
happened to Dikut for years, sir.

I think so myself.
Where's Grace?

She's looking for you.

There she is.

Gad,
you look well.

Oh, the voyage certainly did you good.

Handsomely.

Grace, this is Julia,
my wife.

Julia, this is Grace,
Denny's sister.

How do you do?

I can't tell you how
happy I am for both of you.

It was about time you got married.

You were beginning
to get crotchety.

Well, I don't know what
we can be thinking of

keeping you standing
here in the sun.

Come on down
to the car.

Thank you.

Take care
of the baggage, Wilkins.

Very good, sir.

All right, you.
Come on.

Come and get
this trunk.

When you're done that,
come back for these bags

and don't drop them,
whatever you do,

because they belong
to the col-

Achaben's been
coming across here,

burning all
the cotton

and raiding
the plantations.

Did you double the patrols? Yes, sir.

Native troops? No, sir. Regulars.

Well, you should have
used natives.

Better change them.

Oh, but I think-

oh, it doesn't matter
what you think.

I'm telling you
what to do.

Yes, sir.

If Achaben continues
with these raids,

it'll cost
the native government

a �200,000
cotton crop

and a considerable
loss of life

apart from our loss
of prestige.

Of course, we have
troops all along there.

Yes.
That's not enough.

I'm leaving tomorrow to
organize a volunteer native unit.

While I'm gone,
you'll be in charge.

Right, sir.

Well, let's see how
the women are getting on

with their unpacking.

Right, sir.

There. Now then,

guess what this cost.

20 guineas.

No. 5.

5?
Mm-hmm.

Even a shoplifter
couldn't do better.

Ha ha ha!

Hello.

Well, this doesn't look
much like my lady's boudoir.

I like it.

Everything's
so different here.

Oh, there's so much that
I've got to see and do.

Good. That'll keep you
busy while I'm away.

Away?
Tomorrow.

For about a week.
Oh.

That's a nice way
to treat a bride.

You've practically
married a bluebeard.

I'm awfully sorry,
Julia,

but it can't
be helped.

Grace and Denny
will show you about

and keep you amused.

Don't worry. I'll quote you
whole paragraphs

out of the guidebook
with feeling and gestures.

Thank you.

And at the same time,
adding humorous,

but clean, anecdotes
of native Dikut.

You won't have
a dull moment.

What?
No bird imitations?

Only the cuckoo.
Come along, Denny.

You're driving me
back to town.

Oh, aren't you
staying for tea?

Yes. Do, Grace.

No.

No. I'm sorry.
I've-

I've got another
engagement.

Cheerio.
Cheerio.

See you soon.

Mrs. Wister.

Good-bye.

See you shortly, sir.

All right.

You find it all
pretty rugged?

I think I'm going to like
living in an army post.

It's very exciting.

I hope you'll be
happy here, Julia-

as happy
as you can be.

I know I will.

I will do my best to be the kind
of husband you want me to be.

You can admire me
as much as a wife

as I admire you
as a husband.

That's all
I'll ever ask.

Thank you, my dear.

I've got something
for you here.

Oh, what is it?

No. You don't get it until
just before you leave.

Oh.

There it is.

Oh, thanks.

That's
for good luck.

Take care
of yourself.

Oh, a trip like this
is nothing-

like a ride
through Hyde park.

Well,
happy landing.

I'm in the cavalry,
you know? Not aviation.

I still say
"happy landing."

Oh, well,
as you wish.

Ha ha ha!

March by sections
from the left.

Forward march!

Oh, Captain Roark.

Top of the morning
to you, ma'am.

Can I have
a horse quickly?

Yes. Rather.
Mine's all settled.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Ha ha ha!

He's crazy about me-
this horse.

Just can't keep
his paws off me.

Why, hello.
What's the matter?

Did he startle you?

No.

No. It's nothing.

Only I used to know
someone else

who laughed
just like that.

Would you like
something quieter?

This chap's
a bit lively.

I can handle him. Will
you give me a leg up?

All right.
Thanks.

Listen.

What is it?

Bedouin music.

Strange and wistful,
isn't it?

I've heard that love
song a thousand times,

and each time, it sounds like the first.

Somehow, it
- it seems to go with the desert

and the night.

Sort of a melodic
will-o'- the-wisp

that dares your emotions
to follow it.

That's it.
That's it exactly.

That's what
I've always felt

and never been able
to put into words.

Oh, how unmilitary
of you.

A good soldier shouldn't respond to
anything less plaintive than a bugle.

But that's got it,
too, don't you see?

When you hear
the charge sound,

it's got the same
beckoning note

that makes you want to rush
into action to find something.

You don't know
what it is.

It's not death.

It's certainly not the
desire to be a hero,

but it's something
impelling.

I don't know
what it is.

I know.
What?

It's life...

And the desire
to live every moment

so that should it
be your last,

you can die laughing

because it owes you
nothing.

Maybe that.

It is that. I know.

That's a beautiful way
to live.

Never lose that.

Never let your life live
from one dawn to the other.

Fly into
your tomorrows and-

oh, what am I saying?

Something
quite thrilling.

For a moment, I...

I thought I was talking
to someone else,

encouraging him to live
the way he died.

I wish
I was like him.

I'm afraid you are.

Afraid?

Of course.

I shouldn't like anything
to happen to you.

My husband seems to be
quite dependent on you.

On me?

Why, if not for him, I'd have
been drummed out of the army

and into perdition
long ago.

He doesn't seem
to think that at all.

In fact, he - he actually boasts about
your dependability.

I'm sure you'll
never let him down.

No.

I don't think
I ever will.

Well, I'll say
good night.

So soon?

Good night.

Out! Out!

Come on. Next man up.

The commandant.

Over there.

Well, my good man,
what can I do for you?

The commandant.

Me? Oh, no, no.

I'm not
the commandant,

but I'm very close
to him.

Then I'll tell you.

And what are you
going to tell me?

One moment.

Now, you're not gonna draw
a knife on me, are you?

Oh, no, sahib.

An invitation
to the mutah sarif's ball.

Why didn't you say so
in the first place?

No. Not again.

Hadn't you better let me
tie that tie for you, sir?

Why? Don't you think
I can do it?

Oh, if you'd rather,
sir, yes, sir,

but when you tie them,
they-they turn, sir,

just like the Colonel.

He's turned
so far, sir,

he looks like he's wearing
a propeller half the time.

Well, see if you
can make mine

look like
an electric fan.

This shirt's
gonna be hotter

than the Mutah Sarif's
cocktails.

Yeah. About your
Adam's apple, sir.

What's the matter with my Adam's apple?

Well, would you mind not
encouraging it by swallowing, sir?

Perhaps you'd like me to
stop breathing altogether,

would you, Wilkins?

Yes, sir.
Oh, no, sir. No, sir.

There you are, sir.

If you was
a Christmas present,

you couldn't have
a prettier bow than that.

Thank you, Wilkins.

Christmas present,
eh?

You've put me
right at my ease.

Madam,
you look ravishing.

Thank you.

Young man,
your tie is turning.

Oh, dear.
I knew that would.

Are we picking up
Grace?

No. She just phoned and
said she's laying plans

for a sick headache.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, you needn't be.

She says she knows she's
going to enjoy that much more

than the mutah sarif's
party.

They're
terrible things.

An hour at one of them will
induce sleeping sickness,

and an entire evening's
been known to embalm people.

As a matter of fact, that's
how we account for the mummies.

Really?

Beautiful.

Oh, forgive me.

You?
I'm the one-

no.

No, I think we both
can be forgiven.

It was just one
of those things

that happens
without a cause

and has
no meaning.

We'd be very foolish

if we made
anything of it.

Yes. You're right.

I can only
apologize.

We won't talk
about it anymore.

Now i...

I think we better
be getting back.

Care for a nightcap?

No, thank you.
Good night.

Good night.

Who is it?

John.

Oh, it's you.

Hello, my dear.

Just got in.

Am I disturbing you?

Not a bit.

Captain Roark and I
just got back

from the mutah sarif's party.

Oh. Then I know
you must be having

a hard time
keeping awake.

Pretty awful,
aren't they?

But tell me
about your trip.

Oh, I'll tell you
in the morning.

That is, if you'll
be up before I leave.

Leave? You're not
going away again?

Dawn.

Paying a call on that scoundrel Achaben.

Got to wangle some sort
of a truce out of him.

Oh, John, must you?

I'm afraid so.

It's a job of work,
but it's got to be done.

But-but couldn't you send someone else?

Oh, I-i know I shouldn't
interfere like this,

but I just don't
want you to leave.

How about
Captain Roark?

Yes, I could
send Denny,

but I rather hate
to send him

when I could go
myself.

He wouldn't mind,
would he?

Mind? Good lord, no.

I've never known anyone
get more enjoyment

out of a bit of trouble than that lad.

Then why don't you
ask him?

After all, you went on the other march.

All right, but you'll
have to be responsible.

Thank you, John.

Well, you fit?

I'm fine, sir.

I'm empowering
you to make

any reasonable concessions to Achaben

in return
for his promise

not to cross
the border again.

I'll wheedle as well
as I can, sir.

Of course, it's not greed
that prompts his raiding.

It's a good Muslim hatred of christians.

I shouldn't forget that
on the march if I were you.

I'm anticipating a
little target practice

at our expense.

Beg pardon, sir.

I should like permission
to go with Captain Roark.

Well, Wilkins,
you know-

yes, sir, I know,

but it won't
happen again, sir.

I swear it.

Well, it's up
to Captain Roark.

Please, sir.

The men know
your record, Wilkins.

They may not make it
easy for you.

Well, they haven't
been making it easy

for the last
two years, sir.

That's just why I
asked you to let me go.

Don't you see, sir?

Yes. I believe I do.

All right. Report
to sergeant Murphy.

Thank you, sir.

Sergeant! Sergeant!

You're all right now.
I'm coming with you!

All present
and correct, sir.

Advance by half
sections from the right.

Forward march!

Well, good luck.
Look sharp.

Don't bring back
any wound stripes.

I'll try
not to, sir.

They do rather mess up
one's uniform, don't they?

Julia.

Yes, John.
Good morning.

Good morning.
Ready for breakfast?

In a moment.

I'm not quite
dressed yet.

Right-ho.

Hope we're back on our
own side of the border by sunset.

It's glad to be back
I'll be, sir.

Now, you wouldn't suspect
that nice Mr. Achaben

of treachery, would you, sergeant?

Oh, no, but it isn't by accident

that the buglers in
this part of the desert

can play
the last post

better than
anything else.

Will you have a gasper, Henderson?

I wouldn't smoke
one of yours

if I was gonna be
shot for it.

Dismount!

Take cover!

How many you got,
Archie?

One. How many
you got?

Chalk up two.

And wipe off one.

You dirty, yellow-bellied heathen, you!

Stick your head up!

Set up, sir.

Take over, Shaw.

Send in
this report.

"Are 8 miles south
of the Kurbin border...

and two miles east
of the Najuit river."

Tell Mr. Quinlan
and Mr. Seals

I want to see them
at once.

Yes, sir.

Inform Captain Roark we're
sending help immediately.

Yes, sir.

Quinlan, you and your men
follow the river.

Seals, you cut straight
across the Ridge.

You've only got
one chance in a hundred

to get in there in time,

and that's to keep going.

That's all.

"Outnumbered 6-1,
5 dead.

"Ammunition
running low.

"Sufficient water.

"Can hold out
until sunset.

"Having
a marvelous time.

Wish you were here.
Roark."

He hasn't a chance,
has he?

Yes, he has.
We've sent help.

He'll pull through.

He hasn't, has he?

He's got one chance
in a hundred.

We've done
everything we can.

All we can do now
is wait.

Thank you.

Why don't you go
and lie down?

I'll send news as soon
as anything comes through.

No. No,
I'll wait here.

It's the least
I can do.

They're coming
in, sir.

"Running out
of ammunition... but not arabs.

"5 of us left.

"Good fight.

Can't win all the time."

Something's wrong.

All I can get
is one long call.

Well, that's that.

We're out
of ammunition, sir.

What'll we do, sir?

The arabs will
think up something.

Well, we've still got
our bayonets.

Hawkins.

Around my neck,
a medal.

Take it off
and throw it away.

What, throw your
good luck away?

I won't need it
no more.

Besides, I don't want those
heathens finding me dead

with a Saint
Christopher on me.

They might think
it don't work.

These arabs have
pretty nasty ideas

for entertaining
prisoners.

Look! Look!

One of our
ammunition boxes!

Looks like it.

There's only one way
to find out.

He's gone off his head,
the little blighter.

No, he hasn't.
He's after that box.

We've done them in, sir.

We've done them
all in.

Pity there weren't
more of them.

Well done, Wilkins.

Thank you, sir.

Would you mind
telling the Colonel

that I-i picked up

me own
white feathers?

I'll tell him.

Poor little
blighter.

He went out
the right way.

Your coat, sir.

Thanks.

Get the horses
ready, Hawkins.

Let's make a start.

Yes, sir.
Where to, sir?

Achaben's headquarters
on the najuit river.

Achaben? But you're wounded, sir.

That can't be helped.
Those are orders.

Right-ho, sir.

May we see him now?

Yes, sir, but only
for a minute.

All right.

No, John,
you go in.

I don't think both of
us would be good for him.

You're right.

I wouldn't bother
him either.

Only, I must get
that report.

Hello, Denny.

Have a bad time
of it?

Pretty thick, sir.

I saw Achaben.

He promised not to
cross the border again

if we withdraw the
native troops at Dikut.

Do you believe him?

Never knew the heathen
to lie, sir.

Nor i.

It would save a lot of
bloodshed to take his word.

I would, sir.

How many men
do you think he had?

Well, counting
the-

by the way,

Wilkins asked me
to give you... message.

He said he picked up
his own white feathers.

I'm glad
to hear that,

but about Achaben.

Would you think me
frightfully rude

if I dropped off
for 40 winks?

Come.

He was due
to faint, sir.

Just fought it off
a little too long.

Why so pensive?

This wind sandpapering
your nerves a little?

It is a bit nagging,
isn't it?

Rather.

They've been known
to make mutes scream.

The natives call them
winds of madness.

They're so full
of electricity

that anybody's liable
to blow a fuse.

Thanks.

Julia.

You sure you're
quite happy?

Of course.
Why do you ask?

Well, I suppose it's
because I love you so.

It makes me afraid
you're not happy.

Well, I am.

However, I don't see how
you could tell very well.

I've seen so little of you
in the past few weeks.

I know.
I'm awfully sorry.

I've been pretty busy
with Denny away.

Oh, by the way, you know, you
really ought to go and see him.

You haven't been near
him either at the hospital

or since he
came home to Grace.

I've been meaning
to go.

I'll make
a point of it.

I wish you would.

He might think it odd.

I should go today.

By tomorrow, this wind will have
whipped itself up into a sirocco.

Hello, Grace.

Hello, my dear.

Well, ill as
this wind is,

I had no idea
it could blow in

anything
so charming.

How are you?

Blown to bits.

Oh, ghastly,
isn't it?

Always gets
worse, too.

I hope you came to
see Denny exclusively.

Oh, not at all.

Oh, please say
you did.

I have some calls
to make,

and I hate leaving
him alone.

Is he worse?

Worse? No, confound him, he's better.

You don't mind if I duck
out for a while, do you?

Of course not.

Good. He's in the
library, playing solitaire.

I'll send Ali in
with some drinks.

Thank you, Grace.

The black 6
on the red 7.

Hello.

Oh. What
frightful marksmen

those arabs
must be

to miss anything
so tall.

Oh, but when there's
any shooting going on,

I can telescope up
so small,

I look
like a jockey.

Won't you sit down,
talk to me?

You're looking
awfully well.

Thanks. I'm feeling pretty fit.

Why haven't you
come to see me?

Oh, I've been busy,
doing a million things.

I see.

I was rather
expecting you.

You know why
I didn't come.

Yes, I suppose I do.

Because I love you.

Oh, Denny,
how out of character.

Captain Roark
might be infatuated,

but in love?

Never.

It just doesn't
suit you, that's all.

Today, it might be me,

and tomorrow,
it can be someone else

who, for the moment,
seems to mix in

with moonlight
and music.

That's how it was before
the night in the garden.

But that didn't
mean anything.

We said it didn't,
but it did.

You know that.

Now, I suppose, you're trying to stop me

from making a fool
of myself,

but there's
no use, Julia.

I love you. That's why you stayed away.

Julia.

Oh... oh, it's
all so futile.

Completely.

And wrong, too,
I suppose.

We can't be blamed
for what we want,

only for what we do.

One can't stop loving.

I tried.

I thought I never could
love again, but I did.

Oh, Denny.

Denny, can you
understand that?

Yes, but it's not he
that's standing between us.

It's John.

We'll never be happy
without each other,

but we can never be
happy together either,

not only because
he's your husband,

but because
he's my friend.

I owe him more than I even owe myself.

I, too,

because he asked
so very little.

The hopes we have
for tomorrow

die today.

He said that
to me once.

Ironic, isn't it?

He didn't know he was
talking about our hopes.

He says we better
batten down the windows.

We're in for a blow.

Here's to
the Colonel's lady.

And to the Judy o'Grady
she'd like to be.

When was this taken?

In Dublin when I was
in Trinity college.

Why couldn't we
have met then?

I suppose because it
took from then till now

to live enough to find
out what we really wanted.

We aren't exactly taking
it with a smile, are we?

Have you ever been
in Ireland?

No. Is it beautiful?

Beautiful.

So beautiful, it
becomes the entire world

and everything else
outside doesn't matter.

We could have been
happy there.

Terribly happy.

There's a little cottage
in meath on the boyne.

I only saw it once,

but I always
remember it.

It had a stone wall
running round the garden,

and roses used to creep
up, peek over the top,

and look down
on the river.

If you stood
very still,

you could hear the bees
buzzing in the orchard,

and if you laughed
suddenly,

all the birds
scolded you for it.

We could have sat
outside there and had tea

and thrown crumbs
to them.

And had birdhouses...

And a fountain.

Yes, for all the little setter puppies

to fall into.

Oh, Denny.

Darling.

Very well, miss.

Well?

Miss Roark just telephoned
from the consulate

that she is
caught there,

but that Mrs. Wister
is at miss Roark's home.

Oh, I'm glad.
I was worried.

Did you telephone
there?

I've tried to, sir,
but the operator told me

that the wires
were all down.

We can't go on
seeing each other.

Grace.
Mm-hmm.

I'm applying
for transfer,

getting out
of Dikut.

Why?

Oh, I don't know. I'm
getting stale here, I think.

You realize,
of course,

what it'll mean
to your career?

Oh, it won't
affect it much.

That's not true,

nor is your reason
for going.

You love Julia,

and you're trying
to escape it.

Then you know.

Yes, I know now.

Then you know why
I can't stay.

Seeing her
day after day,

pretending
I don't love her,

watching him,

it's impossible.

No one
could stand it.

Oh, yes, they can.

It's easy
for you to say.

But hard for me
to do sometimes,

but I do,
and so must you.

You see, I've loved
John for 7

of the longest years
of my life.

My dear.

That must have been
awful for you.

Why did you
stay here?

Because I've learned
another kind of love

than that which comes
from wanting and having,

a quiet kind

that watches and shares
in someone's life

without that someone
knowing.

I've watched
John's career,

and it's
made me proud.

I've seen his fineness of character,

and it's dignified
my love,

justified it.

I've see him
in love.

It hurts,

but I'm even
sharing that

because she can
never love him

any more than
he can love me.

You can learn
to love that way, too.

No man could love
as much as that.

Excuse me, sir, but this
message just came through,

and I thought you
tter see it right away.

Thank you.

Has Captain Roark
reported this morning?

Yes, sir.

Ask him to come here
at once, please.

Yes, sir.

Hello, Denny.

Good morning, sir.

We've blundered.

Seriously, sir?

To the extent of a �200,000 cotton crop

and about 500 lives,

and we can't blunder
out of it again.

Achaben's tricked us.

He's crossed
the border?

No, but he's dammed
the najuit river

where it crosses
his territory,

cutting off the water
from our cotton district

and leaving about 500
men, women, and children

with only enough water
to last 24 hours.

And I disbanded the
native troops for him.

Right.

How far from the border is that dam?

About 50 miles.

It will take troops
about 4 days

to fight their way
that far.

Yeah, which will be
too late.

What a fool I was.

We were.

Denny,
you know Achaben.

Can he be bribed?

He might, sir,

but for
a terrific amount.

That I'm instructing
the Mutah Sarif

to pay Achaben
any amount necessary

to have that dam
destroyed within 12 hours.

The government
will reimburse him.

You'll have
to answer

to the war office
for that.

It's liable to cost
you your command.

Liable to cost
500 lives if I don't.

My mistake,
and I'll pay for it.

It's our mistake you'll be paying for.

Get the operator,
will you?

Send this off
at once,

then wait at that key
until you get a reply.

Yes, sir.

You know, I feel

pretty much responsible for this.

After all,
it was I who-

no, no, no, no.
I'm responsible.

Sit down, Denny.
Peg?

Uh, no, thanks.

I found your application for a transfer

on my desk
this morning.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

I think I must have
lost my nerve a bit

after the last scrap
with the arabs.

Oh, you've had
scraps before.

Never wounded before.

I know you
too well, Denny.

Don't ask me to believe you're afraid.

I'm not asking you
to believe anything.

Merely asking you
to be kind enough

to Grant
that application.

But why?

Because if I
stay here,

I won't be able
to carry on.

I'm sorry, Denny,
not to be able

to grant the only favor
you ever asked.

Knowing the general unrest, the present
situation, you must understand why.

The service
needs you here.

I tell you,
I can't do it.

You will stay here,
and that's final.

Denny, in my career
as a soldier,

I've never asked a man to take a duty

I couldn't take
myself,

and it's much harder
to give orders

when you understand.

Are...

You sure
you understand?

Yes.

It's no good, Grace.

I can't give him
a transfer.

The service
needs him here.

Do you know what
you're doing?

Yes, I do.

Every hour will be
agony for you.

If I could only
blame them,

it would be easier,
but I can't.

Oh, there must be
some solution.

There is.

That's to play the game
according to the rules.

You've been trained
longer in discipline

than either of them.

Perhaps you're
asking too much.

Perhaps they
can't go on

playing the game according to the rules.

Well, what else
is there to do?

Julia married me
because she thought

she could never
love again.

I was her bargain.

I can let her
out of it,

but she can't let
herself out of it.

If they were
less honorable,

there would be
a solution,

but unfortunately,
you can't discard honor

anymore than
you can love.

So you think
you can go on,

the 3 of you?

Yes.

Come in.

Denny, I must
talk to you.

Julia.

You shouldn't
be here, should you?

It's quite all right.

You see, I-I've
come to say good-bye.

I'm leaving you and
John and Dikut forever.

Reply, sir.

Just a minute.

Where's Captain Roark?

In his quarters,
sir.

All right.

Don't you
see, Denny?

I'm the only one who can
escape this hideous trap

the 3 of us
are caught in.

One of us must go.

If we don't...

Something terrible
will happen.

You and I aren't
strong enough.

Julia, you can't.

What will happen
to him?

He'll go on,
like you,

fighting deeper and
deeper into the desert,

helping to build
a nation.

That's your life,

and I can go on just being Julia Ashton.

You can't end
a thing like this

by running away,
Julia.

No. No, I'll still
keep on loving you.

That won't end,

but I can't stay
here, Denny.

I can't!

Respecting him,
loving you,

hating myself.

It's just not possible.

There's no way out,
Julia.

The Colonel would like
to see you in his office.

Thank you, orderly.

Look at that.

What'll we do? We can't
get troops there in time.

If that dam
is destroyed,

it'll take 10 days
to rebuild,

giving us time
to move up.

How can it be
destroyed?

I'm taking your plane,
loaded with explosives.

It's got
a cruising range

sufficient to
get it there.

But not sufficient
to get back.

If you're not shot down at the dam,

you'll be forced
down in the desert,

which is worse.

Very well.

You'll take over.

I'm sorry.

That plane happens to
be my personal property.

But I happen
to be in command.

Then order me
to fly my own plane

and blow up the dam.

If it hadn't been
for my error,

those troops
would be there now.

I reserve the right to
eradicate my own mistakes.

I demand
the same right.

Satisfactory?

Perfectly.

The winner goes.

Right. Heads.

Sorry, Denny.
Good luck.

Thanks.
I'll need it.

John.

Yes?

I don't like
curtain speeches

or the kind of people who make them,

but if I don't
come back,

I'd like you to know that I
did fight against loving her

because I
respected you.

Anyway, rather takes
the sting out of losing

when it's to
a better man.

Cheero.

Time's getting short.

I'll tell them
to get the plane ready.

Thanks.

You'll find Julia
in there.

That's all
for tonight.

Good night.

Julia.

Denny.

What is it?

I just came
to tell you,

I'm off upcountry
to do a job of work.

Permanent station.

Orders.

Orders?

Official orders that
cannot be disobeyed.

At least fate showed us one kindness.

Showed us the way out.

Good-bye.

Denny. It's not
dangerous, is it?

Oh. If it were,
you'd hear

my knees rattling
all over the place.

I'm frightened.

Well, you
shouldn't be.

Why, if I thought
there were any risk,

I'd be saying all sorts
of silly things to you

like... i love you.

You mustn't
say that.

I won't again.

Denny, what's
the matter?

John-
he's taking it up.

What does it mean?

He's gone out there
to die...

For me.

You-

you mean,
he won't come back?

Only a miracle
can save him.

Dawn, and he's
not here yet.

Excuse me, sir.

He's not coming back.

Why did he
do it, Denny?

To give us that.

Another dawn.

Leaving us all
his tomorrows

to live out.

I guess he had
the courage to die

to give us those.

I think it
made him happy.

Why do you say that?

Because he knew that we
3 could always be together

only if he
went away.