Behind the Scenes of 'The Last Remake of Beau Geste' Page #4

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So, it was you!

N-no, I've just crept down here to

see if the stone had been returned...

- And has it?

All I found was this... envelope.

It's in Beau's handwriting.

I shall be far, far away by

the time you here this letter...

Yes Dig, it was I that

took the "Blue Water"

Sometime a man has to

do what a man has to do.

Look after Isabel, and guard her

virginity as you would your own.

I trust papa will

continue to die nobly...

Adieu, brother!

Wait a minute,

I haven't finished yet!

Thank you.

P.S.:
Don't look for me.

Especially in North Africa.

- What are you doing...?

- I'm destroying the evidence.

Good idea.

No.

I shall eat it raw.

The evidence wil be

safely in my stomach.

By the time it comes out in the end,

Beau will be in North Africa.

- I shall confess.

- Will they believe you did it?

I shall just stand up there in court...

...and say...

Guilty my lad.

Have you nothing to say

in your defense?

Nothing.

Not a word.

I refuse to speak.

I shall remain silent...

...until death as befits a Geste...!

- SHUT UP!

I will not divulge

a single secret, not one...

SHUT UP!!!

Digby Geste!

I hereby sentence you

to two years hard labor.

Doesn't seem very much, does it?

Couldn't I give him more?

Did I hear four...?

Four years.

Four years!

Five years.

Six!

Eight years!

Ten.

- Twelve!

- What are they saying?

Going... going...

Fifty years!

Fifty years!

Seventy five years!

NINE HUNDRED:

AND FIFTY SIX YEARS!

Prisoner at the bar,

I hereby sentence you to nine

hundred and fifty six years!

...or life.

Whichever is the longer.

Take him away!

Oh Digby!

Don't worry about me.

Beau's secret

will be safe in my hands.

- How's father?

- Still alive and dying...

Good.

Then I have done

whatever it is that I have done...

...for Beau and

for the sacred name of Geste...!

Somewhere in Morocco...

Company, halt!

About face!

Stand still!

Don't move a muscle!

Or you'll be flogged!

New recruits ready for

inspection, sergeant Markov!

My name is Markov.

Sergeant Markov.

And I despise you all.

And I don't even know

you yet, gentlemen.

Komm, mein pferdchen...

hopp, hopp, eins, zwei...

In time, my contempt for you will

blossom into revolsion and digust.

If you are lucky!

What have we here, Boldini?

A shipment of new recruits,

oh my sergeant!

Ja... look at them, corporal...

Oh, God...

A much redder bunch

than we usually get them...

- Your name?

- Smith...

- Name?

- Schmidt...

- Your name?

- Smith... Smith...

Take their numbers, Boldini...

We ask no questions here...

...darn that sock...!

Perhaps he will be good

in the kitchen, huh?

- Your name?

- Jones!

- Jones?

It used to be Smith.

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