Beau Geste

Halt!

Where are all your Touaregs and the

battle, murder, and sudden death?

You know the Arabs always

carry off their own dead, Major.

Wake them up in there!

Yes, sir.

The lookout tower

is empty.

The place is probably bulging

with Touaregs, sir.

No, I don't think so.

I'm gonna take

a closer look.

Attack if I'm

fired on again.

Yes, sir.

Major Beaujolais with a

relief column from Fort Tokotu.

Call your officer and tell...

Give me your rope.

I'm going over the wall.

Attack if you don't hear

from me in 10 minutes.

May I ask

a question, sir?

They're all dead.

Dead, sir?

Exactly. Dead.

It may be a trap, Major.

Let me go.

You are too important.

May I go, sir?

Yes.

Go over the wall

and open the gates.

Keep your eyes open!

What about

those 2 shots, sir?

I can ask the questions

myself, Dufour.

It shouldn't have

taken him this long.

No, sir.

I'm going over myself.

I'll tear the place down if

you're not out in 5 minutes.

All right.

Bugler!

Bugler!

Bugler!

Answer me!

Bugler!

Bugler!

Halt!

I'm glad

to see you, sir.

Thanks.

Come here.

Not a soul alive

in the place.

No sign of an enemy?

No, sir.

They're dead.

Yes, sir.

Where's the bugler?

Look for him if you want to.

I have.

No thanks, sir.

Up here is a young man

who died peacefully.

Beside him is a sergeant

with a French bayonet

through his heart.

Where, sir?

Never mind.

I have several questions

I'd like to ask, sir.

I have a few myself.

We'll camp

in the oasis tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll get

to the bottom of this

if I have to take a trip

to the next world.

Touaregs!

Fall back

on the oasis.

Break ranks

and fall back to the oasis!

Dufour, I want 2 men to go back

to Fort Tokotu for reinforcements.

Right, sir.

We'll go, sir.

Good.

Now, one of you

must get through.

Split up when you get

in the desert.

Have Lt. St. Andre bring his

mounted Senegalese as fast as he can.

Yes, sir.

Cease firing!

Cease firing!

Cease firing.

Look, Major!

There goes the evidence.

Of what, sir?

I don't know.

Dufour, how am I gonna

make a report about this?

If I say exactly

what's happened,

they'll say I'm mad

at Headquarters.

I think this

is a silly game!

For that remark,

Ghastly Gussie,

you are reduced from captain

to a common seaman!

How much longer do I have to

be a common seaman, Admiral?

Well, it takes time

to work up.

You know, Digby,

John's a good worker

for a common seaman.

It, uh, it wouldn't be a

good idea to promote him.

That's right, Beau.

He might stop working.

I knew something

would happen.

Are you hit?

Y-Yes, sir.

Well, come ashore.

And bring the ships.

Are you hurt much?

Yeah. No.

Are you all right?

Well...

Now be careful.

It hit pretty hard.

Don't bump that leg.

Here we are.

Lie down...

Steady.

...and we'll examine

the wound.

Do you... Do you want

to bite on a bullet?

That's what they

always do in books.

Will... will I get

promoted if I do?

If you don't shout.

l... I won't shout.

I'm ready,

Captain.

Sit on him.

Yes, sir.

Wait till Aunt Patricia

hears about this.

There it is.

Bandage him, Isobel.

Look, Digby.

Oh, that must

have hurt going in.

Not half as much

as it did coming out!

You're very brave.

Oh, no, I'm not.

I just wanted

to be promoted.

I'm proud of you, John.

You'll be knighted

and given a Viking's funeral.

No! Really, Beau?

l... I mean, Admiral?

Kneel.

Ooh.

I dub you

Sir John Geste, Knight.

Rise, Sir Knight.

Get a ship ready, Captain.

Right, sir.

Sir John Geste.

Wait a minute.

A Viking always has to be

buried with a dog at his feet.

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