Morocco

Compagnie, halte!

Compagnie, halte! Halte!

- Repos surplace! - Repos surplace.

Whew.

Now listen here, fatheads.

We're back home again, and just because you did a little fighting,

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "Well, here comes us.

Foreign Legion.

Each man a hero.

All the booze in the world made for us

and the women thrown in."

Well, you're wrong.

This time you're gonna behave yourselves like gentlemen, even if it kills ya.

Yes, I'm talkin' to you. You heard what I said.

Why don't you get in that line? What are you doing with those fingers?

Nothing. Yet.

Get in there!

All packed up, sir. Ready to land.

Thank you, John.

There you are.

- I hope I haven't forgotten anything. - Merci, monsieur.

You are very kind.

Your first voyage to Morocco?

Yes.

I make the trip quite often. Perhaps I can be of some service.

I'd be happy to help you.

I won't need any help.

You can always reach me at this address, mademoiselle.

Merci, monsieur.

- Good evening, Officer. - Good evening.

Do you know who that woman is?

A vaudeville actress, probably.

Uh, just, uh, how do you know that?

Oh, we carry them every day.

We call them suicide passengers.

One-way tickets. They never return.

Well, the wanderer returns. How are you?

- When did you get back? - Last night.

Alexander, I want you to meet an old friend of mine.

Monsieur La Bessiere, citizen of the world.

- Very happy. - Citizen of the world.

- You're a Frenchman, aren't you? - Yes.

- Uh, Miss Martin. - Aren't you the painter La Bessiere?

- I paint when I find the time. - He has all the time that he needs.

He would be a great painter if he were not so rich.

Colonel Beauchard.

- Colonel. - Charmed.

- Won't you join us? - Please.

I'd love to, but, uh...

Isn't that Caesar and his wife?

Yes.

See you later.

Awfully nice to see you in Morocco again.

- I'm very happy to be here, even in this heat. - Yes, it is hot.

And you, Madame Caesar.

- How have you been? - I've been lonely.

We've missed you.

I feel greatly flattered.

Your rich friend is very democratic.

He can afford to be. He's always chosen his own friends.

Adjutant Caesar was a captain in the German Air Service

before joining the Legion.

Then perhaps you can give me the history of his wife.

The less said about that the better.

The house is packed.

The house is packed.

This is a great night for you.

If you make a hit, you can stay here as long as you like.

Now, you may have heard of me in Europe or not.

My house is patronized by the finest society in Morocco.

Now, what was I going to say?

Oh, yes. Pick yourself a protector.

It will give you prestige.

An officer in the Legion.

They will tell you that the officers in the Legion are unimportant,

that the common legionnaire is the thing.

They will tell you that private so-and-so

is a Russian prince or an ex-general,

that he joined the Legion to forget his past.

Don't believe it.

The private in the Legion is nobody at 75 centimes per day.

Thank you.

Pick the officers. They have the money.

Ladies and gentlemen.

It is no small task, as you know,

to supply my establishment with new talent.

For some reason, the artists I engage don't last very long.

It may be the heat. I do my best.

I pay the highest wages in Africa.

Mille grazie, signore e signori. Mille grazie.

Anyway, I open the program tonight

with Mademoiselle Amy Jolly, a newcomer,

whom I hope you will receive with your usual discriminating kindness.

If I remember correctly, Adjutant,

this audience shows its "usual discriminating kindness"

by receiving its newcomers rather unpleasantly.

What's the matter? You're late.

All right. Sit down. Go ahead.

Boo! Get off!

Aah!

May I offer you this glass of champagne, mademoiselle?

Thank you.

À votre santé!

- May I have this? - Of course.

Sing your number once, and then sell the apples.

That's the most important thing. Sell the apples.

Ten percent is yours, 90 percent is mine.

You'll make a fortune.

Yeah.

- Dame la flor. - Over my dead body.

Dame la flor o me voy a casa.

Well, what's keepin' ya, baby?

We meet once more, monsieur.

I didn't anticipate this pleasure so soon.

Can I also have an apple?

- But I have no change for that. - I hardly expected you'd have.

You are, again, very kind.

Mademoiselle, may I have the honor of your company after the performance?

I'm sorry. I have disposed of the balance of the evening.

- Some other time, perhaps? - Of course.

An apple, sir? Madame?

Don't waste your time down there. There's no money in the pit.

Isn't there?

Thanks for the flower, mademoiselle.

Can I offer you an apple too?

Lend me 20 francs, Barney.

That makes 60.

Two weeks' pay is a lot of money for an apple.

You can have it for nothing, if you like.

Nothing doing. I always pay for what I get.

I'd sit down if I were you.

You are pretty brave.

With women.

- What's the matter? Don't you like brave men? - Perhaps.

Your change...

soldier.

Tom!

Hello.

Well, if it isn't Madame Caesar.

Tom, I must see you tonight.

See me tonight? What if your husband sees you tonight?

He isn't going to see me.

Isn't he? What if he does?

Caesar's wife is above suspicion.

Yeah?

You may know something about ancient history,

but I know something about husbands.

Tom.

Oh. It's you.

What's the matter? Were you expecting someone else?

Can I offer you something?

- Cognac? - Too hot.

Got any gin?

Yes.

- Cigarette? - Thanks.

You've made this place look pretty nice.

It looks different now.

How do you know? Have you been here before?

Well, I've been stationed in this town for a long time.

Aren't you drinking?

No.

Well, salud.

You can smell the desert tonight.

Hot, isn't it?

Faded.

You can go now, soldier.

All right, lady. You won't have any trouble getting rid of me.

Nothing like independence, is there?

Well, maybe I am independent with women.

You evidently don't think much of women.

I tell you, lady, it's their fault, not mine.

Been in the Legion very long?

Almost three years.

Three years? Seems like 300.

You sound tired of life.

I don't know whether I am or not.

I was when I joined this outfit.

How about you, mademoiselle? Been on the stage very long?

Long enough.

- Tired of it? - No.

You've got a lot of pictures with that man. Your husband?

Husband? I never found a man good enough for that.

That's just the way I feel about women.

How long ago was that picture taken?

Why?

That looks like Russian sable.

That coat's worth a load of shekels. You still got it?

Don't be absurd. If I still had that coat, I wouldn't be here.

What in the name of 10,000 corporals

did you come to a country like this for, anyway?

I understand that men are never asked why they enter the Foreign Legion.

That's right.

They never asked me, and if they had I wouldn't have told.

When I crashed the Legion, I ditched the past.

There's a foreign legion of women too.

But we have no uniforms, no flags.

And no medals...

when we are brave.

No wound stripes when we are hurt.