The Vultures (Les Morfalous)

Out of the car.

You may go now.

Retreat at once!

Stairs!

- Well, what do we do next? - Continue the mission.

What about those heavy losses we have suffered ...

Don't talk nonsense, soldier.

Heavy losses, you say? Only 90% of us were wiped out.

For Warrant Officer Mahuzard, anything then 100% is relative.

Do not you think that our relative losses...

...require an explanation?

There's your explanation.

Our mission is to seize the gold in this bank...

...load it into a truck and get it safe to Sfax.

That's funny.

In the midst of war,

on crushed and the bombed-out area...

...we rob the bank.

Corporal Beral, Colonial Army, Mercier Battery.

- And where is your battery? - Completely destroyed, sir.

We more then held our own, and even staved off three attacks.

We demolished a tank before a Stuka bomber hit us.

The bastard was flying law when he fired.

I eneded up on my ass in the street.

Ever been pelted by a Stuka?

- It's a nightmare. - Yes, it's a effective aircraft.

We could've used a few.

Listen to me.

Screw the Krauts, they don't impress me. We can pin their balls to the wall,

but our weapons are in the truck.

I'll crawl there after dusk.

But I'll need a help.

Well, gentlemen, who is coming with me?

Thanks.

Not so long ago with the words: "Volunteers - a step forward," -

All legionaries made a step.

Times have changed, Edouard. You mean, Mr. Sergeant.

Times have changed, sergeant, Foreign Legion soldiers, too.

That's right, Mr. Sergeant. Take a look at the street.

30 soldiers killed in 2 minutes.

They have changed all right...

Shut up.

What do the artillerymen think?

What do they think?

Nothing at all. I am not a Legionnaire.

This doesn't concern me.

If you want to know, I was about to be discharged.

Discharged? Imagine that! What for?

Well ... I have to go nonstop, sir.

Go where?

Well ...

I think I have dysentery.

- Do you mean diarrhea? - No, diarrhea - a liquid poop.

Byt dysentery is a medically recognized term.

Aren't you acting stupid?

Attention!

When addressing to the superior,

asume the proper stance and refer to him by his rank:

Aren't you acting stupid, Sergeant Augagneur?

At ease.

- What is he doing? - He does not know.

We can't control him at night, he's someone else.

Yes, but why that greas?

He always puts make-up, before going out.

What should your epitaph say, sir?

Something like ...

"Warrant Officer Mahuzard,

1st Battalion, Foreign Legion,

died a heroic death

when trying to find a way from a hopeless situation? "

This is a civilian position. In the war a situations is never desperate.

And that's final!

- Ready Borzik? - Yes.

Careful, it's all that's left.

Do me a favor, Borzik.

Of course.

If you come across Captain Schlotzer, spit on him.

Augagneur, I forbid you to insult superiors, period.

He claimed there were no Krauts left in El Ksour.

I can still hear him saying, "Sergeant, this is not a combat operation,

it's administrative escort.

Tonight, we will screw the Sfax hookers."

Dunno if we'll get there.

but I know who is getting screwed.

Stop bothering the others!

And that's final.

Any idea how much gold is in there?

I've heard Schlotzer say six.

- Six of what? - Six billion. In gold bullion.

What will six billion buy you?

Nothing.

It's great' cause...

...it allows you to do nothing.

There they are!.

The flare.

Fire.

Stop it, it's useless.

Now they'll spot us!

Well, we are back to square one.

Actually, we're out of cartidge clips.

It doesn't matter, we'd need a cannon to take them.

We have one. Wasn't your battery destroyed?

Yeah, but not our cannon, it works just fine.

- Where is it? - On the other side, in the fortress.

- Less than 400 meters from here. - Did you hear Boissier?

He says, not even 400 meters.

Burzik and Mahuzard weren't able to cover 50, you moron!

They ran out of ammunition.

Send over two men!

Hans. Werner.

We could surrender.

Might sound simplistic, but ...

Nothing wrong with your idea,

but Legionnaires never bail out.

- Since when? - Since Camerone.

April 30, 1863.

God ...

In my dreams, the cops hailed me at the Champs Elysess

and I screwed the collaborators' wives.

Looks like we'll end up being cooked in the hot sand instead...

as in Piaf's song.

Damn. The Germans.

There are only two of them.

You'd think they'd take us more seriously.

They've been gone 20 minutes.

There they are.

- I have the willies! - It's just an illusion!

You are an SS now, a fearless kiling machine!

Look ahead of you. Stand up straight and think "Adolf."

Stop this B.S.!

Bastard.

Breathing easier now, sir?

Sometimes it is better to meet with a bad Frenchman than a good German.

Exactly.

It's all over.

- So what? - It's over there.

Another 200 meters.

They have time to kill us 200 times.

- Well, stay here. - One more, one less, who cares, right?

It's like a small change.

You lost 30 men at one time this morning!

Since you're so brave, do it on your own!

Listen...

- Beral, can you hear me? - I hear you fine.

We're both going up there.

We need Legionnaires and artillerymen!

Do you remember this song? How did it go?

"When the gunner from Maisse leaves his garrison,

All women of Maisse go to the balcony".

Come on.

Well, Beral.

Show me what you can do.

I am confident that you know how to handle this beauty.

Not at everything, but I know you're good at this.

I'll try.

Take your time, concentrate!

You have to play with the air bubble. It's tough to calibrate.

Just do it! Take your time, but make sure we don't miss!

We'll make minced meat out of them...

...then couscous meatballs.

I love couscous.

When the war ends, I'll give you couscous.

There is a cafe in Alma Bridge, you know?

- No. At the Place de Clichy, "Nicole." - Okay, we'll go to the Place de Clichy.

Just don't screw this up!

- Let's hurry. - You told me to take my time.

But not all night.

Fire back!

Fire, Beral.

Listen, does your friend in Alma put chicken in his couscous?

That'd be a sacrilege! My friend adds chicken.

What a fool, however, I'm not surprised.

Well, be unpleasant.

Fourth company. Answer.

Captain Ulrich Dieterle here.

Know why he'll go along with this?

Because he's intelligent, which makes him realistic.

I'm sure he's already thought all of this out.

He was the first to enter the bank last night.

- Right Beral? - Yes.

Talking about me? Our warrant officer.

About you, about ourself. And what we plan to do.

About the future.

- The future is important. - Take Boissier here.

He wants to open a hotel on the Cote d'Azur.

Yes.

But someone like you might be more interested in a agricultural project.

Invest in a beet farm, maybe.

- What do you mean, I have no money. - Well, yes... of course.

No money, he says!

Divide $6 billion into four!

Can you multiply 12 bullets times three insted?

Maybe you should calculate otherwise.

It's my way and that's final!

Lay down your weapons, that's an order.

No more orders, Mahuzard.

And no more sergeant or warrant officer.

We buried our stripes in the morning together with the dead comrades.

Now we are a cooperative.

- You know what this is? - Are you familiar with the term "firing squad"?