Shout at the Devil (1976) Movie Script

- Eyes front.

- Eyes front, Herr Young.

- That's better.

Zanzibar, Captain.

Reduce to 30.

Bridge, to engine room ...

Reduce to 30.

"Jawohl, reduce to 30"

Signal from Berlin.

What does it say?

It is from Admiral, Sir, at Berlin.

0800 hrs.

"Due to British pressure,

Sultan of Zanzibar refuses

docking facilities."

"Proceed to Dar es Salaam."

Damn the British.

They behave as if they

owned the whole of Africa.

One day, we'll return.

- Listen, el Sultan, my boy.

- The area is crawling with elephants.

- There hasn't been a shot fired in

Rufiji Delta in 20 years.

- So, I go in there.

Bang. Bang. I bring you back

20,000 pounds worth of ivory.

They are the

German Kaiser's elephants.

You know, look, we, we'll send them

a thank you letter, later.

You will bring back 20,000 pounds

worth of ivory through German territory.

Not a bit of it.

I borrow one of your stinking boats

and I'll sail up the Rufiji.

And sail the ivory here.

If I lose one of my dows,

worth 2,000 indy pounds?

There is a German battleship...

- I know all about the Blücher.

We'll fly the British flag.

Then they still stop you.

And they get the ivory. And you ...!

Allow me.

Oop!

Here.

Not if I have an English captain.

- Have you?

Yes, but he doesn't know it yet.

How are you, Mr. Oldsmith.

I see you found

your land legs already, eh?

I'm so glad that we don't

have to go any further.

We go up country tomorrow.

When do you sail again?

uh,

Tomorrow, morning.

Oh, well, if you've got only one day

in Zanzibar, Mr. Oldsmith...

you should take Cynthia along

to show you around.

I'm sure Mr. Oldsmith

can find his own way around.

I'm sure you would

add to it's pleasure.

- Ms. Smythe.

Is your room

at the hotel comfortable?

Yes, but mama and papa are

right next door.

And the walls are very thin.

- Oh, pity!

- There's no need to go

all the way to Australia.

- There's lots of opportunities here.

My husband has a large plantation.

It's no use, mama. Mr. Oldsmith

is determined to go to Australia.

But, it's such a long way away.

Perhaps, that's why he's going.

Do you ..uh .. have family there?

- A distant cousin.

He's into sheep.

I'm going to work with him.

Do you know

anything about sheep?

Wool on the outside,

mutton on the inside.

Very good. Indeed.

- Your family must be

very sad to see you leave.

I mean, Australia's on

the other side of the world.

I think that's the bit that

appealed to them the most.

Well, if you will forgive me, I must

turn in. The ship sails very early.

- No, no. Just let me.

- No, no. Let me treat.

The family chipped in a farewell present.

Very touching.

Goodbye, Mrs. Smythe.

Mr. Smythe... Ms. Smythe.

I've already told you!

They took my 200 pounds

in sovereignence in your hotel!

And I have told you, it is

most unfortunate, Mr. Oldschool.

Oldsmith.

But, Mr. "Oldsmith,"

the bill is still 100 ruppees.

Damn it all, man.

They took all my money!

My passport, my letter of introduction,

and my sailing ticket to Australia.

I'm sorry, Mr. Oldsmith, it will

not be possible to go to Australia,

until you pay your bill here.

It will not be possible to go to Australia,

because they stole my sailing ticket!

And it would not be possible to

pay your damn bill, because they...

stole my money! Now can you get

that through your thick head?

Now, Mr. Oldsmith...

- Now hold on a second!

Don't get ... excuse me.

Did I hear you

be referred to as "Mr. Oldsmith?"

Sebastian Oldsmith.

You wouldn't be one of the

Leicestershire Oldsmith's, would you?

God! You know my family?

Oh, I've never had the honor personally,

but I know of them. Fine, fine family.

Now, what's this about a bill, Raji?

- A bill for 100 rupees.

Mohammed?

Give the man a sovereign

and let him keep the change.

Now, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Flynn Patrick O' Flynn.

But you can just call me Flynn.

It rhymes with "Gin."

Which reminds me,

doesn't every American know...

that all English men are great sailors?

Not all of us exactly.

Listen, there's nothing

to it, bassi, my boy.

It is Sebastian.

I ... phftt ... Sebastian.

I just need a helping hand.

The nation that gave us great Nelson,

and Oldsmith.

Cheer up, bassi, my boy.

There's the mouth of the Rufiji Delta!

Well. Cheers!

You know the Germans have

never properly claimed this area.

Whom does it belong then?

Well, it could belong to us,

if we wanted to claim it.

Or I can claim it for America.

Or I could claim it for Britain.

I'll tell you what.

I'll flip you for it.

Heads, Britain. Tails, America.

We are gathered here today

in the sight of God ...

to join together this...

holy matrimony.

That's the wedding ceremony, Sebastian.

I've never done this

sort of thing before.

Well say something stupid.

Alright, um .. I uh ... I hereby

claim this territory

in the name of his most gracious

majesty, George the fifth.

The King of England, Ireland,

defender of the faith.

Et cetera, ... et cetera.

Where's the flag?

There's alot more.

AND GOD BLESS THE KING!

Oh, thank you.

Now, what are you

going to name the place.

Well, I thought I'd name it after mother.

And what's that name?

Um, ... Gertrude.

Gertrude?!

- Yes.

We'll think of a name later.

Let's get on with it. Now, raise the flag.

- Go on.

- I can't get any higher, Flynn.

- Well, fix it there!

How?

- Mohammed!

We won't sing the national anthem,

because the boys do not know the words.

Come on, let's shoot some Dumbo's!

Oh, Flynn!

Hold it!

Sergeant Dumu?

What is he blubbering about?

Well?

He says, you are his father and his mother.

I'm not his mother!

And he crawls on his belly before you.

He says, the fine legends of your face

and the great thickness of your body,

blind him with beauty.

The piss-ant came here to tell me that!

These men have been seen on the river.

They put on the tree, a flag,

which is red and blue and white.

Having crosses within crosses.

As soon as they do this, their guns

speak along the river bank.

A great killing of elephants.

So that the barges which came down for

the meat, darken the sun by the wind.

Flynn.

O' Flynn!

Call patrol! Immediately!

O' Flynn here?

This time will get him!

Hang him from the tree

with that acursid flag!

We'll let him burn to hell!

- Hi! Yo! Company march!

Better get off my message to

the governor of Dar es Salaam.

Jawohl, Herr Commandant.

I'm afraid with the British

we may need help.

Get the patrol boat ready!

This time we will cancel training.

We will tie him up, maybe.

Alright, keep on moving.

Move!

We got to get out of here.

Come on!

2 1/2 tons of the sinom.

That should make quite a good team.

Maybe we should open a barber shop.

Let's get going, Mohammed is waiting.

Oh, by the way, Flynn.

That scar around his neck.

I don't like to be coy,

might seem insensitive ...

but, they say he

tried to hang himself.

Somebody tried to do it for him.

A fat pig, by the name

of Herman Fleischer.

He's the German Commissioner

who does all the hangings.

Well, what for?

Just for the fun of it, I guess.

But, I got to him in time.

He's been with me ever since.

Alright, now you load all this ivory

on the dow and set sail.

You're not coming?

Oh no. I'm going back over land.

It's quicker that way.

I can set up the deal before you get there.

You never said anything ...

It must have slipped my mind.

I can't manage a dow myself ..

Don't worry about it, Mohammed

will take care of you. Now get going!

Here!... Grrr!

It's Flynn!

Get Flynn!

Get him!

Shoot them!

Get him!

Aghhck!

Go after him!

I think we got him.

I'd say we got him.

We cannot get across.

The Congo dile will get him.

And then I'm going to face

the irony of the river.

Get the patrol boat!

- That's it!

- Follow me!

Now, we make the English find them!

Ahh..

Go away!

Get out of here! Get away!

Get out of here!

Go on!

Mohammed.

Ah, Sebastian, my boy.

I never thought I'd live to see the day,

when I'd be happy to see you.

Ugh!

Sorry.

The bullett is still in there.

Now, not too much of that.

Best anesthetic in the world.

- Hurry up, boy!

- Hey, come on!

Full ahead!

- Stoke more wood on the fire!

- Full speed ahead!

- Don't wait for them!

ugh!

That should stop the bleeding.

What is that, Mohammed?

Fleischer?

Flynn, the German's coming.

Order us drinks, my boy.

Order us drinks.

Mohammed, get those boards down.

Move those strings.

Stack them up along there.

Form a barricade.

You! Come on!

Come on. Move quickly!

- Alright, now bring it right!

Hold it!

Mohammed, get ready to lay

those nets over the stern.

Well, do as I tell you, damn it!

Give me an assist.

More wood on the fire!

Get ready to fire.

Now, start laying it over.

Make sure it don't get stuck.

Faster now.

Get ready.

- Throw it over.

Alright, don't fire, until

I give the command.

Take cover now!

We need to draw them into the nets.

Steady.

Steady lads.

Steady.

Alright, now!

Go!

Go! Go!

Fire!

And keep shooting!

Fire!

Full speed!

Shoot them!

Fire!

More power!

More speed!

Hold it!

Stop it!

Stop the engines.

We did it!

We did it! Yes!

Clear the view.

Flynn! Flynn!

We done it! We done it!

We done it!

There's the marsh.

They've escaped to the sea.

Keep going.

Joseph.

Now, we are godsend.

The English have landed a full scale of

expenditionary force on our territory.

Is this correct?

Well, in fact, it was just one vessel.

I want armand.

It was actually unarmed.

On what then?

They have a dow.

A dow?

This is ridiculous.

The Kaiser has delivered an ultimatum

to the British in Berlin.

Where is this dow?

What is the nation have you?

This was arraigned by our enemy Flynn,

the famous ivory poacher.

He is with an unknown Englishman.

The SMS Konigsberg is the most

powerful ship in the Indian ocean...

to catch a pair of common

criminals in a dow?

This is ridiculous!

We'll be a laughing stock.

Only if they escape

through the delta door.

But, uh...

if ... were they to disappear...

without a trace...

A ship.

It's a Battleship.

They must be British.

Flynn. Flynn.

Flynn, there's a British warship

coming.

They've got to have a doctor on board.

It's getting close.

Doesn't seem to be reducing speed.

What the hell is she up to?

He's going to ram us, slam-bang.

Right up the eye,

that's what they're going to do.

- They can't do that.

- You wanna bet?

That's the god damn Blücher.

Mohammed, get him in that lifeboat

and stay with him.

No matter what happens, stay put.

Get the lifeboat ring.

Come on then, you bastards!

God almighty! She's coming

back at us!

That's Fleisher! That fat pig!

Machine gun this swine.

- Yes, sir.

Slow ahead.

I've waited a long time to get that Flynn.

This is my ship, Commissioner.

Lower a life raft!

Go ahead, tell him you filthy

yellow bellied sour face.

These men are criminals.

You are defeating the hand of justice.

This is an outrage.

My government will have a

full report of your conduct.

This entirely ridiculous episode is

of your own making, Commissioner.

And you expect me to commit

murder on your behalf.

Full ahead!

- Full ahead.

- Ohh!

Give me the Gin.

That's the best idea you've had yet.

Hate to tell you this, friend, but

this is going to hurt even more.

Ow! Hey, that's good Gin

and you're wasting it!

- Ow! Ohh!

- Take it easy.

Oh! Oh!

Hey!

Flynn?

That!

- That!

That reef!

It'll tear us to pieces!

Ah! Agh!

Agh!

Where's Flynn?

Flynn!

Looks like he dragged himself out.

He's up on his feet.

He seems to know

where he is going alright.

So, why not try O'Relly's daughter. ♪

Ha! Ha! Ha!

♪ - Jiggidy jig. Jiggidy jig.

Jiggedy jig... sig... sig. ♪

♪ - If I was asleep in O'Reilly's car... ♪

♪ - Thinking I had done

what I hadn't oughtta... ♪

♪ - When the thought came

through my mind... ♪

♪ - Why not try O'Reilly's daughter ♪

♪ - Jigga jig... jig. What a jig she is.

Jigga jig... jig...♪

Bassi, my boy. They found you.

We've been washed up

on Portugese territory.

Old Fleischer can't touch us here, huh.

Eughh!

This is palm wine. Real rot gut.

You wouldn't like it.

Oh, this is my old friend, Louie.

And... uh...

his two lovely daughters.

We'll be home in three days, Bassi.

Home?

Home sweet home.

Lalapansi.

Oh, no...

Ugh... umpf.

Oh, father.

Eh...?

But, it's too blue!

And drunk again.

Drunk again, eh?

Not one drop of christian Gin has

crossed these lips, in ten days.

You're drunk!

Of course I am,

I'm ...just... seeing things blue.

What did you drag in?

Oh, this is my old English friend,

Sebastian Oldsmith.

Bassi, my boy, this is my lovely

young daughter, Rosa.

Are you sure?

Well, you can take him back to

the bar where you found him.

I'll not have another drunk

in this house.

Just one minute, ma'am.

And that goes for you, too.

If you step one foot in this house

before you are sober...

I'll blast it off with a shotgun.

Now, is that any goddamn way to

talk to your poor old father?

Who's been trying to earn

an honest crust?

Just like her dear mother.

God rest her soul.

This man is sick! Dying of the fever!

You're going to have

his blood on your hands.

- Nanny...

- Nanny here, Rosa.

If you lied to me, you're dead!

Nanny.

It's malaria.

Nanny, fix the big bed.

Lalapansisa.

Comen si mia.

One minute.

Now, where do you think

you're going?

You can stay out here, until you're fit

to be with decent people again.

Well, even your mother would

let me in the house.

And you, watch that chair.

What about my poor wounded leg?

Now, you put him in

that guest bedroom.

Ouch.

Nanny, get some clean clothes.

Wait!

First the night shirt.

Ohh!

This man is so big.

Stop it, Nanny.

Don't be afraid little one.

Cannot bite you?

It has no teeth.

...Whe ....

- Where am I?

Lalapansi.

Where...

You're his daughter,

...Rosa.

Good.

It's jolly kind of...

Now, listen to this.

To his excellency, the governor of

German East Africa, Dar es Salaam.

Sir, I have the honor to present my

account for damages arising...

from the sinking of my dow off

the mouth of the Rufiji river...

on 10 September, 1913.

The aforementioned act, being an act

of piracy, by your gun boat Blücher.

One dow, market value,

5,000 pounds.

Two thousand?

Alright,

2000 pounds.

Ten rackets 200 pounds.

Various stores and provisions, et cetera,

100 pounds.

Injuries, suffering, hardship,

estimated, 200 pounds.

Ivory, estimated,

20,000 pounds.

Mm... perhaps your right.

Maybe, I should forget the ivory.

I would appreciate payment in gold

of 2,500 pounds,

on or before 25 September, 1913.

Failing which I will take steps to

collect same, personally.

Signed Flynn Patrick O'Flynn esguire.

United States Ambassador to Africa.

You don't like the Ambassador bit, huh?

Well, how about the...

citizen...

of...

the United...

States...

of...

America.

You did a good job of patching up

the bullet holes, Mohammed.

Well, they look like

a bunch of Askari's.

Now, let's see if

they can shoot straight.

Right turn and follow me.

Your mother?

She died the year after we came here,

I was fifteen.

And you've looked

after him ever since.

And I haven't done

a very good job have I?

Actually, I rather feel that,

he could look after himself.

With a little help from his gin.

Now, there you are boys.

Nothing to it.

Now, if you're gonna play as

being a bunch of Askari's...

you gotta learn to shoot straight.

Now, hold it like a woman.

Firm, but gently.

One, to get ready

Two to aim.

And three to "Fire."

Why you miserable bunch of skags,

at a heineless spot!

Will you go to Australia?

I'm not sure now.

Then stay.

Well,

now that I've seen elephants...

sheep have lost some of their attraction.

Well,

Bassi, my boy,

you look fine, just fine.

I'm sending out for some supplies.

I thought maybe, you'd like

some new clothing.

Forty-four.

Thirty-three and a half.

Forty-two.

Thirty-five.

Oh, oh.

The boots and the hat,

might be a problem.

Boots and hat?

What are you up to?

Oh, uh, nothing my dear.

Nothing.

It's really going to be tough to

collect that debt from the frog.

How you coming along, Mohammed?

Beautiful.

Him self will look just grand in that.

A little trip, will do him good, huh?

And out of mischief.

We have competition, huh?

Wanna watch them dance?

Want to dance?

We'll see next year.

- Hey there, try this on.

What do you want me to try it on for?

To check the size.

We'll have to put paper in it.

What is this all about?

The time has come, Bassi, my boy.

- Who's time?

- My German friend.

I wrote him a little letter.

Claiming expenses for

our recent travel loss's.

And they have not replied.

So, time to send the barrel in.

- You mean rob?

- Rob?!

What the hell do think Fleischer was doing,

when he shot my ass full of holes.

Maybe you don't care about your money,

but they owe me and they're going to pay.

This is the time of year when the German's

collect their taxes from the villagers.

So, you, and you my boy,

plus some Askari's...

are going to do a turn as

German tax collector.

- Like hell I am!

Look, I would go myself, but the

villagers all know who I am!

Look...

Haven't you enjoyed my hospitality?

- Yes.

You had a fine convalescence, with

my daughter, just, falling all over you?

- Yes, actually.

And, well, I...

I'm jolly grateful and all

that sort of thing, but...

But, the damn risk is...

No risk at all! There's enough

money for all of us to live in grand style.

I could get killed.

Don't you want to get back,

the 200 pounds you lost?

And didn't the German's ruin

our last little effort?

- Yes

- Alright then, we'll scare up

a list of villages.

Don't you listen to him!

Now, you're not going!

He's not going.

He's not going anywhere!

Now, I forbid it!

I absolutely forbid it!

- Oh, you do, do you?

- Yes... I do

Alright, then young lady, if you

say so, he must not go!

Remind you, I always thought a

grown man, as innocent as that,

had a mind of his own, but maybe not.

Alright, Missy, he must not go!

Well, that...

Well, what do think about that?

Just like her dear sweet mother.

All spirit and no gile.

But you learn.

I can and you know that.

You know Fleischer's collecting the taxes

already, that's why you're not going.

Fleischer collects north of the river

I'm sending Sebastian south.

Fleischer starts in the north this year.

Hey! That's a 50-50 chance.

Hey, that's not bad odds. I'll go with ya.

You stink and that's a bloody business!

God damn right.

It's a bloody business!

- Don't you start with me!

Hey, Flynn...

What were these patches from?

Hmm...?

Oh, ...um...

Moths.

Moths?

Moths around here don't bite, do they?

Well, the moths around here,

pack a ferocious bite.

Now, this is a genuine

German patch, here.

There's a 102 rubiles of expense

money in there.

That could weigh a full English pound.

That's dead weight!

Now, listen to me carefully, Bassi.

See that tree, I want you to

follow that down to the big river.

About a day and a half from here.

- Excuse me, Flynn.

On the other side of the river...

- We need more time to get ready.

that's German territory.

See that nob looking mountain over there?

- Mm.. hmm.

Behind that is Fleischer's headquarters.

- Steer well clear of that.

- Alright.

But, Mohammed knows.

Bassi, I want you to give a wide berth

so, Fleischer doesn't

Now, what do you do, if they try to

talk you out of this thing.

Do you hear me?

They're going to cry

about poverty and famine.

But, if they give you any difficulty?

You always can hang

one or two of 'em.

Hang them?!

Look, that was just a joke!

The German's cut their throats

and that's a hell of alot faster.

Well, Bassi, my boy...

good luck.

Company!

Form a mount, to the right!

Right... face!

Mohammed...

Hey!

Sebastian!

- Sebastian!

Don't forget to speak German!

But, I don't speak any German!

You look good.

Darn.

Damn German helmet.

I say gents,

not too much noise.

We're in German territory now.

Well, glad we got here then.

Now...

We.. uh...

We work for the tax of the house.

Steur!

Wir werkt für die steurer zie haus.

I don't think he speaks German.

Parlez-vous français?

Really?

Okay. Mohammed...

Give them something to get them by

and they can buy some food.

Yeah, now come on. Don't cry.

Here, put on this helmet.

Mohammed!

Put that thing away!

Can't you see they're starving!

Now, come on this is good...

There you are. Now, you'll be able

to buy yourself some thing to eat.

Mohammed! Put that thing away!

Give them money!

Put that away, Mohammed!

Give them some money!

Pay them some money.

What is that?

The English man.

Shoot them!

- Get the English man!

- Don't let him get away!

Get them!

- Get the english man!

- Try to capture him alive!

- Hey, Sergeant Duma!

What happened to you?

Hey, get up!

Get up!

They've stolen the donkey.

They are trying to run away.

Get after them!

Come on!

He's safely across

the river, that schweinehoot.

I will prevail, until they are dead.

Ahh... caught you, you bastard!

- Don't shoot, Flynn.

- It's me.

- Sebastian.

Get over here in the light,

where I can see you!

- Good god...

Well, good god, it is you.

We heard that Fleischer got

rid of you for good.

But, you made it.

- Look...

You made it, Bassi, my boy!

Rosa.

Sebastian.

Young lady! Get back in the house

and get some clothes on!

Get this out of here.

Come on.

Well, I've worked out the account,

so all's fair and square.

Joint venture between us,

Mr. O' Flynn exquire and Mr. Oldsmith.

German and Portugese East Africa period

May 15 to 21 October 1913.

All accounts converted to British sterling

at the rates set down by Paris Almanac.

Gross proceeds...

4,652 pounds 18 shillings

and 6 cents.

From which, to deduct the

following expenses.

Accumulating loss's of previous expeditions

to Rufiji Delta plus interest 3,000 pounds.

One German officer's helmet

five thousand ten shillings.

One German dress uniform

15 pounds ten shillings

Advance to Mr. Oldsmith one pound.

That's traveling expenses.

Ten rifles 200 pounds.

Five mounts for rifles...

- Daddy...

- 3 pounds.

- Daddy...!

Don't tell us all that and tell us

how much Sebastian share is.

Sebastian's share?

22 pounds.

22 pounds...?

That and he owes me a little less

than 22 pounds.

Oh, you!

What?!

The lad doesn't have to

pay up immediately.

We only deduct it from his share

for this expedition.

You hand over half of that money

to Sebastian, right now.

Rosa, you do not understand

O'Flynn business.

Crookery.

Are you calling your father a crook?

Yes.

And she is right.

Now...

my half of the money.

You said you were going to share,

because we had an agreement.

It'll be to your advantage again.

My advantage?

What the hell are you talking about?

With... uh...

my half... in my pocket,

I'll be able to ask for your

daughter's hand in marriage.

Marriage?

Who the hell is talking about marriage?

We are.

I want to marry him.

Marry him?

An Englishman?

A penniless Englishman?

He's not penniless anymore.

Now, Rosa, my child.

What do you want to marry him for?

Look, isn't life here grand?

Aren't I enough accompaniment

for you any more?

We love each other.

Don't give me that creepy

crawly english sir stuff.

Please, daddy...

huh...?

Alright... alright...

I'll give him something.

There's no hurry in getting married,

because he's got a few pennies.

But, there is a reason to hurry.

I'm going to have a baby.

You ask for her hand, after you've

had everything else?!

Is that the way you

pay back my hospitality?!

You rapist!

He didn't rape me.

Why, you hussy!

You tramp!

Sir...

you're speaking to the woman I love.

Don't give me that, you

blue bloodied swine!

Get your coat off!

I'm going to slash you to

an inch of your life!

I don't want to fight with you.

You're going to be my father-in-law.

Geez, don't call me that, ever!

OHHhhh....!

How could you do that to him?

What's the matter?

He's not pregnant, too, is he?

Alright, Bassi, my boy...

get your coat off!

Daddy...

I must warn you...

I was boxing champion of Eton.

Champion of Eton, eh?

- Ohh..!

Heh! Heh! Heh!

- Stop! You're killing him!

That's what I am to do!

Champion of Eton, eh?

Well, the others couldn't

have been too much.

We follow the Marquis of

Queensberry rules.

Rules?

Footwork, my boy! Aha!

Footwork.

Footwork, my boy.

Footwork.

Oh!

Wait, no more.

Thank you.

OHHhhh...!

You play the organ real good.

Here is an Irish song to play.

Sorry.

OWWwww...!

Footwork.

Footwork!

Over here!

This way, huh!

No... no... no... rules!

Marquis Queensberry rules?

Footwork, my boy!

Footwork!

Ahh..OW!

Ohh... ohh...!

Have you had enough?

Do you wanna quit now?

Rules, my boy.

Rosa!

For god's sake!

If he won't fight fair, then I'm going

to blow his brains out!

Well, if that ain't just like

a bloody Englishman, eh?

Needs a woman's protection!

Rosa, I can handle this on my own!

Now, you still want to

marry my daughter?

Of course, I do!

Flynn, where are you?

Over here!

And let that be a lesson to ya.

Now, can I marry your daughter?

Over my dead body.

Amen.

Daddy.

Thank you.

Amen.

Now, I've decided to call him,

Flynn O'Flynn Oldsmith.

You have, have you?

Well, can you think

of a better name?

Yes, now you asked, I can.

Well, what's that?

Francis Sebastian Oldsmith.

Hmm... sounds like the

Archbishop of Canterbury.

No grandson of mine...

- What the.....?

- Get out.....

Rosa!

- Will you open this door?

- Rosa!

- Open this door immediately!

- Rosa!

- Rosa! I want to see my grandson!

Rosa!

- Nanny, open this door!

Open up the door.

- Open up this door!

Get away!

Rosie... you alright?

You look so sweet, I'm going to

check you from head to toe.

Let's see... two eyes.

Two ears and...

one nose...

one... two... three... five fingers.

What the hell do you

think you're doing?!

He's deformed.

He's a girl.

Maria.

Here we are, how's that?

Don't you think Maria looks

just like, daddy?

She what?

She looks like him.

Oh, yeah.

She's just like her

dear granddaddy, right.

There's no doubt who

her grandaddy is.

By god, you're right.

She's a regular little O'Flynn.

Especially the eyes.

I'm glad you're seeing mine.

God bless her soul.

Bassi... you're breath is

breathing all over her.

What about your's?

Mine is gin.

Gin is a great sterilizer.

Anyway, it's time for her bedtime.

Rosa... come on.

There we are...

come on, baby.

- Be careful, with her.

Well, Sebastian, you've got

responsibility for yourself now.

It's high time, we got back to work.

With a larger dowry,

you can marry properly.

You haven't forgotten,

what it's like, have you?

Damn it to hell.

Something's frightened them off.

Flynn...

- Fleisher.

And his whole tin pot army.

He's coming this way.

Down!

- Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!...

- Wunderbar!

Why that grass eating pot-bellied...

he just cost me another 200 pounds.

Us.

I wonder where he is going

with his whole tin pot army?

Bassi, my boy...

we're going to teach that kraut a lesson.

- Look at that bed.

- Ya.. ha.. yi..!

Well...

Mohammed...

Hey, care to indulge?

Here we go...

from the Kaiser himself.

Krieg.. isn't that war?

Telegraph, from the German Governor

dated 4 August.

- That was yesterday.

It is my duty to inform you, that

a state of war...

now exists between the fatherland

and the government of England...

France, Russia and Portugal.

You are hereby appointed military

commander, of the southern province...

with ordinance to take whatever

steps you deem necessary...

for the protection of our borders and

the confusion of the enemy.

You will operate with forces

presently at your disposal.

That's why Fleischer was moving

toward the border.

Toward my place.

Rosa.

Mohammed!

Father...

Go find Flynn!

Find Flynn first!

I want Flynn!

Burn them out!

I want Flynn, alive!

Nanny!

No!

Nanny.. no!

- Have you found the white man?

- He must be here!

Oh!

Please...

Oh, please!

No!

Oh, please.

Ahh...!

No!

Let go!

No!

Please.. Stop!

My baby!

You killed her!

My baby!

Don't.

I told you to take them alive.

Flynn and the Englishman...

Where are they?

You killed my baby!

I'm talking to you.

Where are they?!

Where are they?

Alright,

the white men they're not here.

Kommen, guys.

Nothing more to do now.

Yes, there is.

Find that German....

and kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him!

Sebastian is ready.

What are those bloody grey wheels?

And where the hell are they taking them?

Forget the wheels, find Fleischer.

He's there...

Mohammed saw him,

didn't you Mohammed?

Hold on.

There's a white man.

God damn, he's gone.

It could have been him.

What's the matter now?

I'm sick.

You have to pick up the pace.

You must be there in two days.

I'll be alright in a minute.

Come on.

Yeah, boss.

What do think you're doing?

Hold it back!

Hold it!

Hold it back!

Hold it!

Aghh...!

Hold!

Aghh...!

Drop it.

Rosa...

He's a naval officer.

A naval officer?

What's he doing here?

And what are these things?

He wouldn't tell me anything.

I'll get him to tell.

He'll tell me where Fleischer is too.

You can't make a naval officer talk, Flynn.

I'm not playing by the

Marquis of Queensbury rules anymore.

You can look the other way.

Where's Fleischer?

I've told your friends, I don't know.

You're lying.

We saw that fat pig with you.

I have to tell you nothing but

my name, rank and number.

Now, you tell me your name.

rank...

and number.

Good morning.

Who is this Flynn fella?

The usual blossom growing up

in that part of the world.

Irish American, now fighting

for the Portugese.

His little band likes killing Germans

from the sounds of it.

They found this in

the Germans wallet.

Chap in the center is

the one they killed.

Background is a battle cruiser.

Intelligence reports the Cruiser was

a B-class vessel, sir.

Bremerhaven, August 1912.

B-class...

The Huns launched only 2 ships

of that class, Berenzen and Blücher.

Berenzen is safely bottled up in Hamburg.

- Hmm...

And Blücher was attacked

in the Indian Ocean by...

our destroyers Bloodhound and

Blunger five weeks ago.

All three ships have disappeared,

presumed sunk, no survivors.

Well, went back the following day.

They found floating refuge and some

British and German dead, that's all.

A German naval officer transporting

steel plates across Africa.

You know what I'm thinking

That the Blücher wasn't sunk at all, sir.

Just keep up with me, Henry,

don't get ahead.

Sorry, sir.

Signal, Joyce and Renounce, in Zanzibar.

An aerial reconnaiscance of the Delta

is what's needed.

Suggest that Irish, American friend

might be useful.

What was his name?

Colonel Flynn Patrick O'Flynn, sir.

What the hell is he a Colonel in?

The report doesn't

make that quite clear, sir.

The news of your exploits seems to

have traveled far afield, Colonel Flynn.

- This is a lovely piece of gin.

- Good.

Admiral Howe in Motors asked

me to talk with you.

...this god damn lemon shit.

Phipps, give the Colonel some water.

Water?!

Uh, ... but...

Now, what were we saying?

Uh, yes, Colonel, have you heard

of a German war ship?

Named the Blücher?

The Blücher? She sunk me!

Sank, you?

Rammed me right up the arse.

Intentionally?

How else do you ram

anybody up the arse?

Why would she do that?

Let's just say I was going

about my business, alright?

Actually, well it seems on your

last business operations...

you captured a German naval officer?

- He was shot.

- Had to be shot, he was trying to escape.

Now, on the basis of your report,

naval intelligence believes

the Blücher may not be sunk after all.

They're hiding it.

- Not sunk?

- Mm... hmm.

And if we can trace where

those wheels went,

we might find them.

Wheels, huh?

Well, it could be anywhere out there.

Exactly.

So, we'll do it by aerial reconnaiscance.

By what?

From the air. Portugese was very kind

to lend us an airplane and a pilot.

Oh, that's a grand idea.. uh...

- You mind if I help myself?

- No, go ahead.

When will you be ready to leave?

To leave, you mean go up

in a flying machine?

I'm not going any closer to heaven

then I have to, until the time comes.

You mean you won't help us?

I'd like to, but...

my poor old eye sight...

I can't even see the heaven.

Is that the deck?

Well, that's a great pity.

They'll probably wanna

give you a decoration.

Maybe, even given an

honorary Royal navy rank.

A real rank, "Colonel" O'Flynn.

A rank and decoration, eh?

Of course, British naval rank would

entitle you to...

duty free supplies from

the Americans.

If you survive.

Grrr.... uh....

I've got just the man for you.

Young bag of guts, eyes like a hawk.

Fists of steel.

Stick your trousers up there.

Trousers don't fly, do they?

If only they would have let me fly.

I would have given my right arm...

- Why wouldn't they?

Hey, they said they needed

a younger man.

Terrible thing, this growing old.

I don't feel so young anymore either.

Oh, come on, my brave young lad.

This is your chance to fly with

a famous aviator, for christ sakes.

He can fly upside down,

without even flying up.

Mohammed!

Rosa, we can't let this destroy us both.

Try and forget.

I can't.

Maybe after I get revenge.

I hate him too, but it doesn't

stop me from ...........

- Mohammed.

The flying machine.

Scared the hell out of you, didn't he?

Scared, hell. I tripped.

Here he comes again!

How do you do?

I'm Sebastian Oldsmith.

Capitan Lasieva.

This is Rosa.

Senorita.

- Senor.

- Colonel O' Flynn.

Uh... huh.

Glad to meet you.

Well, Bassi my boy.

Your big moment.

You, bastard.

When I come back

I take you for a ride.

I'll show you Zanzibar at night.

From the air, it's beautiful.

If you'll forgive me, I would like to

say goodbye... to my wife.

You're wife?

Yes, of course.

You must find that ship.

Fleischer's on it.

We can't be sure of that, Rosie.

Now, look it can't be just our war,

the whole damn world is fighting now.

I know he is on that ship.

Alright, I'll find that ship.

And I'll find Fleischer, too.

I will kill him.

I ... will kill him.

Then, we'll forget.

Promise me.

Promise me!

Well?

I'll try.

Goodbye, Rosie.

Be careful, my love.

Sebastian?

Alright, stay back!

Just stay away!

Sebastian.

Bassi?

Sebastian?

We...

....we found the Blücher.

That machine was hit by rifles

but no one saw it crash?

I'm afraid we must assume

the enemy now know our position.

We must speed up the repairs.

We're working the men beyond

their limits already, sir.

What major work is still left?

Transfer of the shells and explosives

to the magazine X TURM.

How many men can you spare?

If we are to be ready

to sail in five days, sir,

I can't spare a single hand

on the repair work.

There's no question of not sailing

in five days.

Early intelligence reports,

the British troops are...

heading through

Swisswood Pass again.

We must be ready to

intercept and destroy.

Enter!

Captain, the flying machine got away.

Your guys could have spit on it.

It was so close.

Commissioner...

you led that airplane straight to us.

In sailing your rafts down river

in daylight, you defied my orders.

You wanted it urgently.

By night!

Your orders were to give

me every assistance.

Not to place a series of

obstacles in my path.

I protest, sir.

I have done my utmost.

Captain...

the Commisioner might provide us

with native porters.

Good idea, Tyler.

How many will you need?

200 at least, sir.

I want 200 porters for heavy work

onboard, immediately.

Immediately.

Are you mad?

- I cannot...

- Are you disobeying my orders again?

I shall protest to Berlin.

Not before I court martial you

for insubordination.

You could be tried in short, by sunset.

You can not do that.

How many porters did you say?

Two hundred, sir.

Two hundred and fifty, Fleischer.

Immediately.

You mean you want somebody actually to

go onboard the Blücher and plant a bomb?!

That's the idea.

- You're crazy.

Colonel O' Flynn...

our convoy is three days sailing time

away from the mouth of the Rufiji.

If the Blücher is ready and

gets out of there,

it will be a full scale slaughter.

It's a race against time.

Well, you've got war ships don't you?

There's not one that can attack the Blücher

within a week from here.

Alright, then send one of your men.

It has to be someone

the natives trust.

Look, because of your excellent

Intelligence service...

we know all about the Britain.

Well, I must admit I do have my

fingers on the toaster a bit.

Right, and surely you can provide

us with one reliable man.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

He'd have to be dependable and

willing to risk his life.

Well, that cuts out, half of my crew.

He'd also have to operate a

simple mechanical device.

That cuts out the other half.

There will of course...

be a reward.

A reward, you say.

How much?

A thousand pounds.

Green backs?

And ... uh... I'll throw in

20 cases of London dry gin.

- I just don't know.

My, god!

I've got just the man for you!

Young bag of guts!

Fists of steel!

Look, I'd go myself. I told the Captain, that,

but they would spot me a half mile away.

Do you think I'd pass as a native, sir?

Look, with a nose like that, you're

almost one already.

Ha.. ha!

The lives of 20,000 men on that

convoy at stake.

I'd sail a ship against the Blücher, myself.

But, she'd sink us before our

guns even got in range.

Come on Bassi, my boy.

There's nothing to worry about.

Sure as my father's name is O' Flynn.

Well, I tell you, I'd like to be

more surer than that.

- Hey, you know what...

- It's up to you, Mr. Oldsmith.

I can't order you to go and

even if I could, I wouldn't.

Rosa?

Fleischer's gotta be caught.

Nothing to it.

All you do is set the clock.

Press this button here.

Replace the lid.

Wait.

6 hours.

And then........ BOOM!

- Exit, quickly.

We made it 6 hours to give you time to

get away quickly as you can, alright?

Any questions?

Yes, just how the hell do I

get on the Blücher?

For Mohammed, it's all across land.

He has access from

the German work crew.

It's all fixed up, you can trust me.

Have I ever let you down?

You needn't worry about

the clock, Mr. Oldsmith.

It keeps perfect time, since

my wife gave it to me.

What is this stuff from?

It's the juice from the Tanga tree berry.

Turn you black as the

ace of spades, heh.

Will it ever come off?

Oh, sure, I mean, yeah some...

It'll wash right off and

he'll be white as an Easter lily.

And I will be a

thousand pounds richer.

We...

- Yes, we.

Here, get the creases around your eyes.

Right there.

Alright, now stand up.

Hope he's right about

this stuff coming off.

Don't worry.

It'll come off.

You know why I came here?

I want our war to end here.

Oh, Sebastian...

Take care, please.

Please.

I'll be back.

I can't make that any clearer then,

I promise you.

Bassi?

What the hell time is it?

Jolly nice of you, Flynn, but no thanks.

Hold on.

Get ready.

Now.

Hurry those men along.

Get that man moving.

Halt!

God, it's hot down here.

What time is it?

Another four hours, until

we are relieved.

Watch the guards.

Come on, hurry.

What's going on here?

Get these men back to work.

Re-stack this shelf.

I want no sloppy work in here.

There's no problem here.

Alright, you men, get to work.

Alright then, out.

Out. All of you.

They're finished?

Yes, sir, the last of the shells

are in X magazine.

Well done then.

At first light, we move out and

surprise the British convoy.

A little action at last.

Alot of it.

Flynn?

Did you do it?

Right in the middle of the main magazine.

- What time?

- Six.

Ah, well done, Bassi my boy.

What is it?

Rosa!

Askari's.

Mohammed.

Mohammed?

Mohammed.

Can you hear me?

Did Fleischer do this?

Flynn.

Rosa?

Did he take Rosa?

Does Fleischer have Rosa?

Oh, god.

Bastard...

Fleischer's on the Blücher.

And what time is it?

huh...

What time is it?!

Five.

Bomb?

Let go.

Now, you tell me.

Why were you camped there?

Ah!

Tell me where they are.

Tell me!

Why are you camped there!

I'll make you.

Tell me!

No!

- Shit.

- Fielder?

- Ja!

Where would they put her?

Hey...

I'll draw them off.

You grab her and get the

hell off the ship.

What are you going to do?

Never mind.

When you hear me shout, don't stop,

no matter what happens.

No.

Do you understand?

"Where are you Fleischer?!"

"You fat bag of pus!"

"Fleisher!"

"Where are you?!"

Fleischer!

You pus scab on a hyena's bum!

Where are you, Fleischer?!

O' Flynn.

Fleischer,

you big bag of pus!

Come out here!

Stay here. Watch the girl.

You come with me.

Fleischer!

"You big bag of pus!

Come on out!"

"Come on, Fleischer!

I'm waiting for ya..!"

You run piggy-back!

Come on.

Rosa, come on.

Jump...

- Father?

jump...

Rosa, jump.

jump...

Come on, swim.

He is finished.

All...

All go to hell.

What do you mean, Flynn?

Up on your feet!

A bomb...

A real beauty.

In the main magazine.

In the main magazine, I saw a

man with a portal.

Any minute now.

We must find it.

It was in X TURM.

There is no time!

Seen you in a minute, Fleischer.

We'll shout at the Devil together.

Could be anywhere.

UP!

No.

Shout at the Devil (1976) - full transcript