Behind the Scenes of 'The Last Remake of Beau Geste' Page #5

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I had to change it.

Officer material...!

- Your name?

- Smith. Reporting for duty,

sergeant Markov.

"Smith. Reporting for duty, sergeant..."

Why do you speak

in this damn silly way?

It's my usual manner of speach

sergeant, I'm sorry if it offends you.

Listen, YOU offend me.

It's your boots I want

to see my face in...

...not your fingernails!!!

You're in the legion now,

here we don't need gentlemen.

Oh, good morning gnral Pecheur...

comment ca va, mon gnral...?

I'm a soldier sergeant, and I trust

I shall prove a loyal and a brave one!

- What don't we like in

the legion, Baldini...?

- A smartass...

This one, my sergeant,

Boldini would like to...

Not now, not now...

Your time will come, later.

Now... For all you other Smiths,

my little fledermauses:

You are now in the legion.

You will be soldiers!

And you will learn how to die!

Life is as brief as a butterfly's fart.

But death is something

that you have forever!

From now on,

you will march until you drop,

and when you have dropped,

you will crawl...!

Some may consider

that I am excessively cruel.

But, there is a reason

for this cruelty.

I enjoy it!

- Good night, scum.

- Good night, sarge!

Good night, sergeant!

Good night,

me darling Catherine...!

Good night...

...whoever you are...!

"The view from my window"

Dear Dig, I'm sorry a haven't written

before, but in the legion it's all go...

...busy busy busy,

don't you know.

Weather's spiffy.

Bags of sunshine!

Highs in the upper

hundred and thirties.

The chap here in charge is OK

for a kraut, but not one of us.

Lots to do and see... Haven't had

a quiet moment until now...

Food - not so hot.

Having no ladies makes some

of the men a trifle edgy...

Some of the chaps are

a bit on the... irritable side.

Heard you're in jail for life!

Ah, jeez! Still, knowing you,

you'll find someone to cheer up with.

- How's the lovely Isabel?

- Okay!

And of course, Sir Hector.

How is he?

Still alive and dying,

thank you for asking!

Perhaps one day you'll be able

to get out here and join me!

Until then, ever thine,

your twin, Beau.

I shall escape....

I shall escape!

- Up or down?

- Yes, please.

I'm sorry about all this, but next

week we're having it wallpapered.

Oh I see lady Flavia,

I forgot to tell you...

Your son is in

solitary confinement.

Who are all these

other people, Governor?

They are also in

solitary confinement;

crowded jail conditions,

you know.

Digby!

Digby!

I must talk to you

confidentially.

- WHAT?

- I know you don't have the "Blue Water"

I know that Beau has it, hasn't he?

I refuse to talk. I won't talk.

Not a word! Not a syllable!

Shut up!

I can't hear myself moaning!

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