What Price Glory

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This is France, 1918...

World War I.

The first American troops to land in France

and to fight in France were the marines.

They were veterans who had seen

service all over the world...

China, Cuba, Santa Domingo, Mexico

and the Philippine Islands.

This is a company

of those marines...

Company "L", 3rd Battalion,

5th Regiment...

returning from the front.

What outfit is this, buddy?

What outfit is it?

This is the 101 Ranch,

and I'm Pawnee Bill.

- All right, wise guy! What outfit?

- Company "L," 5th Marines!

- Thanks.

- Hey, that's us.

I know it.

- Who's your commanding officer?

- Flagg!

- Who?

- Captain Flagg.

Captain Flagg.

- Wait a minute!

- Isn't that the outfit we're assigned...

Yeah. Captain Flagg.

We're not due in till tomorrow, and I am not

joining Flagg's outfit until I have to.

We got lost, see?

Come on.

Flagg.

Company, attention!

Charmaine! Charmaine!

Charmaine!

Company, forward.!

Eyes... right!

Squad, right.!

Company... halt!

Dismiss your men and feed 'em.

Fall out!

Try it again, Moran.

Eight hundred and

fifty-three francs to date.

Sorry, Sergeant.

No, no, no, no, no!

Moran, wait a minute.

Hey, Charmaine.

How 'bout a little song?

Enchant, Charmaine.

How's business, Pete?

No kiddin'?

Not that bad, huh?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Very good.

Very good. Yeah.

- Huh? Well, fine. Yeah.

Hey, where are the boots?

- Huh?

- The boots.

- Boots?

- Boots. Yeah, boots.

- Boots.

Oui. Boots. Boots, boots!

- Ah, the boots. Oui.

- Yeah.

No, no, no. Boots, boots.

Boots, boots.

Yeah, the boots.

Les boots. Please.

I said it.

Huh? Huh? Oui.

All right. Okay. When I want to

go to Paris, I want to look very neat

and very snappy, eh? All right.

Hey, anybody home?

Hey in there!

Lewisohn, trot out that

high school French of yours.

But we are your allies.

Allies!

Wait a minute. Wait a second.

You got any money on you? Take your time.

- Yeah, a little.

- Well, let's have it.

There you are.

See?

Remind me to tell you sometime what I was

doing while you were in high school.

Lewisohn!

Lewisohn.!

Maybe I should have

gone to high school.

Capitaine.!

- What, baby?

- What are you doing in my room?

I've been looking over

your medal collection.

- Ah, that's nothing. But you

must go back to your room.

- Yeah, in a minute.

Captain Flagg.

Hiya, Charmaine.

I got almost everything packed.

Will you want your long underwear in Paris?

No. Shove off, lamebrain!

- You're going to Paris?

- Yeah.

- Take me with you.

- I can't. It's impossible.

- Why?

- Very important meeting. They're

gonna be asking me questions.

- You?

- Yeah. They want the point of

view of an observer from up front.

- Get outta here! Will you get out?

- All right, all right.

Well, I've observed much.

I'd be glad to tell them.

Yeah, I know, but I can't.

Your father wouldn't like it.

What would he think about it?

Papa? Well, Papa,

he would be very glad...

if you would marry me

and take me with you to Paris.

- M-Marry you?

- No?

Uh, no, no.

No, it's impossible, Charmaine.

I'd like to, but I can't. You see...

uh, I'm married already.

- You terrible liar.

- Oh, no, I'm not. I'll prove it to ya.

Wait. Oh, here.

Here's a picture.

Picture of my wife right here.

There it is.

"Lillian Russell."

That was her maiden name.

"Sweet Caporal."

Sweet corporal. You see, I was a corporal

when she married me.

That's what she always called me.

Always called me. Yep.

Her sweet... sweet corporal.

- Captain Flagg?

- Is it important, Mr. Moore?

- Urgent.

- That door.

Take me with you anyway.

I can't, baby. I can't.

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