The Four Feathers

Pass it left to Jack!

Pass the bloody thing, Tom!

Tom, pass it left!

Pass the ball! Come on, Tom!

To Jack!

Go on, Tom!

Tom!

What's that man's name?!

You see the girls, Jack?

Push on! Move it, boys! Come on!

Stand tall!

There you go... straight.

Go on, Vicar!

Sean! Sean!

Go on... keep going!

Break it up!

I need you on the field, lad.

- Huh? - You're all right.

Behind you!

Jack!

Take it, Jack!

Well done, old chap!

Well done, Jack.

Is there anything else left in there?

How long you going to be in that bathtub, Vicar?

As long as I like.

Stand tall, Vicar.

Idiot!

Willoughby, you look wonderful, darling.

Princess Willoughby.

Miss Willoughby.

Hey, Tom, there's a hair out of place there, boy.

When are you gentlemen going to grow up?

"Gentlemen"? Did he just call us "gentlemen"?

I believe he did.

- I won't take that from anyone. - Nor will I.

I like when you do this.

Not my hair!

- Willoughby, this is... - Not the hair!

Not the hair!

And don't think we're going to take you any more seriously

once you're promoted, Miss Willoughby.

- We'll see about that. - Whoo!

Ladies.

Don't worry, Vicar, they're only women.

They won't bite.

Just be quiet.

Does it hurt?

Uh... yes.

What are you two lovebirds laughing about?

His eye.

Don't fall for it.

He colors it in with a pen.

I can draw you one if you're feeling left out.

Go on, then.

What?

Well, I want a black eye like Jack's.

If you really want one, Harry, I... can facilitate you.

Want a second black eye, Jack?

No.

That's good.

Are you nervous?

Stop it.

What?

What are you two doing?

Nothing.

I want to dance.

N-Not up there, Ethne.

Now, Ethne, come down from there, please.

Not until you dance with me, Harry.

Oh, dear, yes, come down, Ethne.

- For God's sake, be careful. - Oh, please.

Jack, tell her to get down.

When does she ever listen to me?

Ethne, listen to Jack, please.

Relax, Harry.

Listen to me.

Thank you, Jack.

I will not pirouette.

Dance with me.

Right, right.

- Oh, my God. - Scary, isn't it, Harry?

Don't be such a bore, Harry.

I'm trying.

Ooh! Ooh!

Oh!

Please be careful, okay?

It's not very funny, Ethne.

Excuse me, Mr. Faversham, sir.

Your father is asking for you and Miss Eustace.

Oh.

Thank you.

- Sir. - Sir.

Colonel Sutch.

Harry, my boy.

How are you, sir?

Well, well. Mum.

Colonel Sutch.

I'm sorry to send for you, my dear.

I was hoping to steal you for the last dance.

It'd be my pleasure, General.

Your son won't dance with me.

Where were you?

Catching a breath of air, sir.

My dear.

She is very beautiful, Harry.

Yes, she is, sir.

I was thinking how proud my father would be

if he were here.

An officer who gave his life for his country

deserves far more respect than I do.

I wish I'd met him.

Are you ready, my dear?

With all my heart.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, the general.

Dr. Johnson once said

every man feels meanly about himself

for not having been a soldier.

Well, that's something no one here tonight need fear.

Whether or not you've seen active service

you have shown yourselves willing to lay down your lives

and for that...

I salute you.

- The Royal Cumbrians! - The Royal Cumbrians!

Now, in my mind, there is only one sacrifice more noble

than pledging one's life for one's country

and that is... loving...

and marrying a man who does.

- Marry?! - Marry?!

Harry... and Ethne.

Harry and Ethne!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Form a square!

Form a square!

Well, now that we've had such a public engagement

can we have a nice, quiet wedding, please?

Not on your life!

I want the full works, the church near my home

and then a rousing speech from your father.

Mm.

My father?

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

"I'd like to congratulate my son.

When I was his age, I was in charge of a full regiment."

He doesn't sound anything like that.

Oh, yes, he does.

Besides, you will be in charge of a regiment.

Quiet!

It'll be Jack and Isabelle's turn next.

Jack? Oh, no, Jack will never get married.

He's too much of a soldier.

So are you.

Yes, but not like him.

Yes, you are, more than him, more than any of them.

You're my husband.

Good night, ladies

Good night, ladies...

Go away.

Please, ignore them.

Don't act like children!

Merrily, we roll along, roll along, roll along

Merrily, we roll along until the morning comes

Good night, gentlemen, good night, gentlemen...

Good night, Ethne!

Good night, Harry!

Good night, Ethne, we have to take him home!

Hyah! Hyah!

Come on, Harry, keep up!

Come on, John!

Come on, Mr. Castleton, get it out!

Mr. Trench, carry on!

Mr. Castleton's dead... enemy spear through the foot!

Come on, get a move on!

Get it out!

Come on, let's go! Come on!

Gentlemen, the colonel!

Gentlemen.

I have some news.

An army of Muhammadan fanatics under the command

of their self-proclaimed messiah, the Mahdi

has attacked a British fortress in the Sudan.

Our forces there fought a heroic

but in the end hopeless, rearguard action.

They were slaughtered to a man.

As a result of these hostilities

several regiments, including the Royal Cumbrians

will be shipping out to the Sudan within the week.

Congratulations to you all.

This government has finally seen fit

to send its soldiers to war.

Finally, we're off.

Gentlemen.

God has endowed

the British race

with a worldwide empire

that they may execute

His sovereign purpose in the world.

The victories you will have over the heathen

are the victories of the nobler soul in man.