[classical and cheerful version of introduction of the Marseillaise]
France 1918
[walla]
[female French complaining voice]
[all giggle]
[becks]
[growls]
[child gasps, dog barks]
[all quack]
[yelps and yips]
[general bleating and neighing]
[indistinct chatter]
[yelps]
[bells ring]
[sound of airplanes and general clamor]
[solemn music]
[loud sound of airplane approaching]
[loud crash]
[soft music and walla]
(Male voice with French accent) Wishing you were somewhere else?
Hi, Gaston.
If I didn't know better, I'd say that Lee Duncan,
the bravest pilot in the continent, is homesick.
If that's what you wanna call it.
I too am homesick.
But soon this war will be over.
Your family?
Yeah. It's mom, sis,
my old dog Firefly.
This photograph must be a good luck charm. No?
I don't know how lucky I am, actually.
After all your flights over enemy territory you think yourself unlucky?
You're still here, aren't you?
I suppose you've got a good luck charm?
Of course.
Have you ever heard the story
of Nenette and her boyfriend Rin Tin Tin?
No. But aren't you a little old to be playing with dolls?
One day, in Paris, the bombs were falling.
[whistles and imitates bomb sound]
And Annette said to Rin Tin Tin,
[uses shrill female voice] "Quick, you must hide from the bomb".
"Let's go in the subway". And Rin Tin Tin said to Nenette,
[uses deep throaty voice] "How can you hide from a bomb?
Annette told Rin Tin Tin,
"When you have a good heart, you have good luck."
So they into the subway. [clicks tongue as in footsteps]
The bombs destroyed everything!
From the bakery to the City Hall.
But they weren't hurt.
[kissing sounds]
I keep Nenette and Rin Tin Tin close to my heart
so they can bring me good luck.
Have they?
My wife doesn't think so.
[all chuckle]
Cheer up, mon ami.
There will be better days than this.
Yeah.
(Gaston) Try to sleep and dream of stories
as happy as that of Nenette and Rin Tin Tin.
Sleep well, buddy.
Men, our mission today is to gather intelligence and look for survivors.
Or maybe find some treasure.
[soldiers chuckle]
What was that, Private Gateau?
Nothing, sir!
Keep your "nothings" to yourself. This is an important mission.
I want you to search every house, every store. Leave no stone unturned.
Let's help our French allies.
We meet back at twelve o'clock. Move out.
I'll search the bakery.
[chuckles] Of course you will.
Stay focused, Corporal.
I know you'd rather be in the air.
Until our air units are replenished,
just know you're performing an important duty.
Yes, sir.
[solemn music]
(Gaston) Hey, Lee!
Be careful!
[sound of breaking glass]
Hello! Anyone down there?
[sound of soil falling]
[suspense music]
[metallic thud]
[bark]
Oh!
[growling]
[barks and growls]
Got something for you.
[whines]
Easy.
Ah! Easy, girl!
[light shrill sounds]
Oh.
I get it.
[whining and yipping]
Aren't you-- Aren't you a cute little fella?
[whining and yipping]
Holy cow.
Any signs of survivors?
I found some lonely cupcakes.
But they're no longer survivors.
[all chuckle]
Come. Join your brothers in my tummy.
[all chuckle]
Did we check everything?
No one's been found, Monsieur, living or dead.
Everyone must have been evacuated before the bombs.
Not everyone!
We have survivors!
[Walla]
Come here, little doggy.
Oh. Sacre bleu. She's hungry.
You want to eat them all, huh?
You want another one? Hey! [chuckles]
All right, company. Get ready. We're moving out.
Where did you find this dog?
In an abandoned shaft.
A German, Nikolaus Egger, was hiding out there.
And she was the only dog?
No.
She had two pups.
Oh.
You said you wanted survivors, sir.
Isn't she adorable?
Yes, but the base isn't a dog pound. We're fighting a war here.
I'll take good care of her.
Yeah. I'm sure you will, but I don't think
the General will be too pleased about this.
You're saying we should just leave them?
[whines]
No.
How good are you at concealment?
I don't follow you, sir.
Can you hide these dogs until I can ease the news onto the General?
I'll do my best.
Well, you'd better.
Or we'll both be in the kitchen peeling potatoes.
Yes, sir.
[sighs]
[hammering]
(Lee) Now, I need a cover.
[whines]
Well, look at that. You sure are well trained.
Yes, I agree.
[whining]
Have you thought of giving them names?
[sighs] I don't think that's a good idea.
Why not?
Something tells me I'd better not get too attached to these guys.
My friend, I think you're already what they call "attached."
They're so cute.
But if you will not name them, I will.
The mother, she has a fierce spirit.
Like you Americans. So I'm going to name her
Betty.
Ow!
[chuckles]
Fierce American spirit, eh, Gaston?
And this one,
he looks very French, so,
I will name him,
Louie.
In you go.
And these two--
No. I'll name them.
They have good hearts and they'll bring us good luck.
We'll name them,
Nenette,
[softly whines]
and Rin Tin Tin.
[joyful music]
You are learning, my friend.
Bon nuit.
Hey, where're you looking?
How are they doing?
[whines]
At ease.
Something wrong?
They won't touch the food.
They're probably still feeding from the mother.
Get the mother the food.
you know about dogs, don't you?
I've had my share. You?
Yeah, [sighs] I had a dog.
Very gentle.
She was old, though.
She passed away right after I shipped off.
It's a darn shame to lose a good dog.
[whines]
I've got good news. Dogs can stay.
As long as they don't get in the way.
The General agreed with me that they'll be good for morale.
It's great news, sir. Thank you.
Yes, but, starting tomorrow,
you'll be taken to the air again.
You won't have time to take care of all of them.
I'll have to think of something or someone to watch them.
Just make sure you trust someone with these dogs when you're away.
Thank you, sir. Thank you.
What?
No! No way.
Absolutely no way.
But Gaston, it'll only be when I'm flying a mission.
You're the only one of these knuckleheads I can trust.
Oh. So I'm a knucklehead too, am l?
No. Gaston--
I'm a mechanic. I fix planes in the fight for freedom.
I am not a dog sitter!
Oil can!
Would you believe these. Oh, no, no, puppies. No.
No! [chuckles] Stop it. No. No. Nenette. Rin Tin.
Nenette! What are you doing?
You're their uncle Gaston.
You gave them names, they're nuts about you.
You put them up to this.
Just check Betty's fat and the pups eat.
Make sure they stay warm at night.
I know nothing about dogs!
Listen. If I can trust you to keep that plane in the air with me,
I can trust you with them.
Gaston
Stop. No.
Gaston. Gaston!
[growls]
Betty!
This means a lot to me.
Aw! What's next? Mon Dieu!
I'll be changing diapers.
[ting]
[cheerful music]
[grumbling]
Rin Tin. Oh, no. Get away!
No. Nenette.
[growls]
Nenette, stop it.
[airplane engine sound]
Rinty! Hey!
[whines and barks]
Hey, buddy. I missed you, too.
Sir.
Orders have come down.
You and Private Gateau will be joining the 135th as of tomorrow.
You'll be on the morning train.
What about the dogs?
I can take the mother and find homes for two more.
But that would leave one pup with no home.
[whines]
Dogs are not too high on most people's priority lists right now.
I'll take Rinty.
You don't know how your new Base Commander will take to a puppy.
Sir, with all due respect,
he has no one else.
You know what I think, Corporal?
I think you need that dog as much as he needs you.
Just make sure you don't get too many demotions with your cockamamie schemes.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
[barks]
What means cockamamie?
Don't worry about it, buddy.
[chuckles] Let's go.
Come on.
[train whistle]
[walla]
Three minutes, Gaston.
Which train?
[blows whistle]
I'm not sure, but we'd better figure it out fast, mon ami.
[walla]
[suspense music]
[barking]
Your bag! Help! Thief!
Hey!
[barking]
Hey, stop that man!
[barking]
[thud and yelling]
[crowing and clucking]
Rinty! Keep running!
Stop him! Stop him!
[growls]
[barks]
[thuds and complaints]
Rinty!
Hey!
Excuse me.
Right in front of you, Lee!
[whistle blows]
[barks]
There he is, Lee. Go!
[blows whistle loudly]
Ah!
Last call!
[blows whistle]
There, Lee!
Ah!
(Gaston) He's getting away!
[glass breaking]
(Gaston) Now. We must stop him!
[growls]
Ah! [crash]
[crowd exclaims and laughs]
Not bad.
[whistles]
Ah! We've been after this one for a long time now.
C'est bon!
[whistles]
[train whistle blows]
[barks]
(Gaston) [barks]
[cheerful music]
[children sing Frère Jacques]
[whines]
Hmpf!
[farts and whines]
[exclamation of shock]
Oh!
(both) Ew!
[whines and farts]
Oh!
[farting intensifies]
Ah!
[playful music]
[sucks in sharply]
What did he eat?
[sniffs] Oh!
[bleats]
Oh, no!
Too much beans, huh?
[whines]
[band music "Stars and Stripes Forever"]
(Lee) All right, Rinty.
Wait right here.
(Gaston) That's more like it.
Where's Captain Sandman?
Corporal Lee Duncan,
reporting for duty to the 135th air squadron, sir.
Private Specialist Gaston Gateau, also reporting for duty, sir.
At ease, gentlemen.
So you were recently stationed with the 90th under Lt. Bryant?
Yes. I was doing reconnaissance patrol.
Lt. Bryant and I go way back.
[knocking at door]
Come in.
Yours?
[sighs]
Care to explain yourself, Corporal?
But Captain, he's a beautiful little puppy.
Salute the Captain, Rin Tin.
[joyful martial music]
He's cute.
Fortunately for you both, Lt. Bryant sent me a telegraph.
He did? So I have permission to keep him?
Back in Texas, I have a whole kennel of dogs.
So it would be very hard for me to say no.
Thank you, sir.
Be warned. This is a busy base. You're gonna have to keep a rein on him.
I will, sir.
We can't have complaints. He must behave.
He will, sir.
All right. What's his name?
Rin Tin Tin.
But you can call him Rinty.
[chuckles] All right.
Take him down to the mess. See if the cook'll fix him something.
Will do, sir.
Oh, and don't be intimidated by Johnson.
[burp]
[playful music]
Do not drop those potatoes, you little cockroach.
I cannot sell damaged goods.
Go wash dishes, you lazy boy!
Now!
Are you Johnson?
[sighs]
Stick him in.
What?
Isn't he for the stove?
No. He's my pet.
He's disgusting.
Captain Sandman told me to see you about feeding.
I don't have enough to feed soldiers not alone a mangy mutt, get 'em outta here!
[whines]
I can pay.
So, uh, what's this critter eat?
Meat. I suppose.
Meat?
That's the most expensive ration I've got.
Nay. We got a war on. Meat is scarce.
Plus what the meat that mutt's gonna eat we coulda feed a lotta soldiers.
[sound of coins dropping]
Well. That'll get you one spoonful of meatloaf.
Take it or leave it. Right?
Jacques! Get over here, you lazy child.
Hi, there. What's your name?
Don't bother. Kid's mute.
This is Rin Tin Tin.
He's your new friend. How about that?
Don't touch him.
Boy!
Fetch one spoonful of meatloaf and give it to the dog.
Move it!
What's his story?
Uh, got separated from his parents at the start of the war.
The trauma made him stupid.
I got stuck with him because the Captain's got a bleeding heart for strays.
End of story.
[grunts in expectation]
There you go, buddy.
(Lee) Bon appétit.
[whines]
Mangy mutt.
[whines]
[sighs] What a jerk!
[whines]
Come on, Rinty.
[sentimental music]
Attention!
At ease, men.
At ease, Corporal.
How's our new recruit?
I think he's getting used to the place.
Good. We need to start flying shipments
to the 90th a couple of times a week, starting today.
What about Rinty?
I think he'd make a pretty good copilot. Don't you agree?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Let's get going.
All right, men. Let's clean this place up.
Okay, boy. We've got a plane to fly.
Come on.
[sad music]
[whines]
Hey, Jacques.
What's wrong?
Rinty?
Don't worry.
I promise I'll bring him back safely so you can play with him,
[joyful music]
You all right, Rinty?
Good boy!
[suspense music]
[barks]
How do you like that?
Way to cover my back, Rinty. We're going home.
[Ragtime music]
[growls]
Pardon.
Eh.
[whines and sound of dropping]
[toilet flushing]
[playful music]
Rinty.
Sh.
Hey. Knock it off.
[metallic thud]
Hey. [thud]
Rinty.
Hey, my pillow!
Give that back!
[grunts]
Rinty. Quiet! Now!
Stop it.
[metallic thuds]
[general complaining]
[glass breaking]
[thuds and crashes]
Enough! I'm gonna get me my rifle.
[general complaining and crashing]
[more complaining and playful music]
[tingling sound]
[grunts]
Jacques, you are one smart kid.
Let us sleep.
Good night!
[reveille]
Corporal
I understand we're having a problem keeping the dog quiet at night.
Not anymore, sir.
Cute.
Is that the boy from the kitchen?
Yup.
I thought he was deaf and dumb.
He's definitely not deaf or dumb.
He's just a lost boy, sir.
[door booms open]
Wait a second, sir.
Fools!
[sighs]
[expectant music]
I suppose it's this battalion's inevitable destiny
to be know as the camp of strays.
So this is the mutt
that keeps everyone up at night.
[barks]
That's taken care of, sir.
I should hope so, I've transferred soldiers out over much less.
I won't think twice about booting out a filthy beast.
God.
[whines]
[growls]
If I hear anything from this animal--
Pass by tonight anytime, I promise you will not hear a peep.
[grunts]
Oh! You--
You--
[clears throat]
[playful music]
[sentimental music over radio]
[general snoring]
[playful music]
Hm. Hm. Hm.
[music - beat]
[suspense music]
You little thief.
[barks loudly]
I'll teach both of you a lesson you'll never forget.
[metallic thuds]
Come on. Come and take your medicine.
Oh, yeah. Playtime's over, Jacques.
You little crook, come here.
Oh!
You coulda done me permanent damage, you little worm.
Come on. Quit playing games with me.
Come here, you little worm.
[barking]
When I get a hold of you you ain't gonna know what day of the week it is.
Come on!
This food stinks.
Okay, playtime's over, Jacques.
Come on, come here, little boy.
Come and take your medicine.
Here's a good boy.
Huh?
Hide and seek, is it, Jacques?
Hear that, Jacques? [thud] You hear that?
Come here! Come here!
[mischievous laugh]
[breathes heavily]
[whines]
[kicks pots] Come here, you mangy mutt!
[banging and panting]
What's the matter, Jacques?
Door locked?
[whines]
(Jacques) [panting]
[thud]
Oh! Oh!
[crash]
Oh! [grunts]
Oh! I'm bleeding!
[chuckles]
Fetch a medic!
Chocolate?
It's like a Chaplin movie.
[all laugh]
[playful Ragtime music]
[groans]
Hm.
[yelps]
[crash]
[thud]
[eerie music]
Aw. I can't sleep in here.
[barks and burps]
Oh! Oh.
Lee. Your dog is drunk.
Heck. Rinty, come here, boy.
[whines drunkly]
[hard thud]
[eerie slow motion music]
Good. What's wrong, boy?
What's--
[long burp]
Aw, you punk!
You need discipline.
Tomorrow, you're gonna get trained.
I'll call you.
Sir, I'd like permission to enter the German prison camp.
Why?
Look, I believe someone there knows how to train German shepherds.
Corporal, will you take control of your dog?
Sir,
When I found the dogs, I found these.
The German dog trainer, they think he's in the camp.
This is highly irregular, Corporal.
We're talking about the enemy here.
I suppose you're right, sir.
Corporal.
What is it that makes you so devoted to this dog?
My pop passed away when I was young.
And my ma, raised me and my sis all on her own.
We lived away from the city,
and the only friend I had in the world then was my dog Firefly.
I know the feeling of loneliness, sir.
Having no one. It's awful.
[sighs]
Okay, Corporal.
You can see the German, but,
be careful.
I will. Thank you, sir.
[typing sound]
[clink]
Nikolaus Egger?
Ja.
I'm Lee Duncan.
Do you speak English?
I spent five years in England.
I'm from California.
So what can I do for you, Californian?
Are you related to a Gert Egger?
I have no information on my father's whereabouts.
I believe these,
belong to you?
Where did you--
We found your dog. She had puppies.
They're okay.
Did your father teach you to train dogs?
Of course.
Then, I have a favor to ask.
I've kept one of the pups. Can you teach me to train him?
[scoffs] Why should l?
Because l think you care about dogs as much as I do.
And you'd like to see one of them again.
[scoffs]
So, can I bring him by tomorrow?
Yeah. I will have my secretary try to fit you in.
[playful music]
[chuckles]
[suspense music]
Sh!
Sh.
[sighs]
Okay.
[slurps]
[burps]
[whines]
Who's there?
I said who's there?
Is that your game?
Come out now. The joke's over. Come on.
Ungrateful little mutt.
You spying on me? You gonna be a tattle tale?
For your old buddy Johnson, huh?
Is that it?
After all I've done for you?
Stop playing games now.
[breathes heavily]
[laughs eerily]
[eerie music]
I'm just feeling a little bit dizzy.
Now come out.
You little runt!
Where are you, huh?
(Johnson) Oh, boy.
[music - beat]
[yells]
What? You mangy mutts!
You get back here.
Come here!
Come back here. I'm gonna get you!
[farts and metallic thuds]
Come on!
[barks]
Bad boy, stop that.
If I hear you yell at that dog again, I will not help you.
Training a dog should be a labor of love.
Not terror.
Hello.
Get down on your knees.
Excuse me?
Kneel.
You must not tower over you new pupil.
To teach the dog well you must inspire both confidence and affection.
What's your name?
Rin Tin Tin.
Ah. You're just like your mother.
Hey, Rin Tin Tin.
Rin Tin Tin. How is she?
Your mother saved my life, Rin Tin Tin.
We were on a patrol unit in a deserted French village when all of a sudden,
she began to growl.
[growls]
What is it?
[neighing]
The Americans are here.
[band music]
They move so fast.
[whines]
[growls]
[swooshing sound]
[barks]
Come on. What's the matter with you?
What was that?
Come on.
[bugle charging call]
[martial band music]
What are you doing? Stop it.
There he is!
Come on. Come on.
[barks]
What's the matter with you, stop it!
[growls]
Come on.
Don't move.
[growls]
Stay where you are.
And keep your hands where I can see them.
She betrayed me.
My best friend and she betrayed me.
Now that is one smart dog.
I trusted her.
You know what? You should keep trusting her.
She saved your life.
If you'd gone any further--
Move.
I had no idea.
You see? They're remarkable creatures.
And it is no easy feat to train them well.
I guess I'll have to be more educated on dogs
before I can train you in anything. Huh, boy?
Perhaps I underestimated you, California.
You can only learn if you admit there is something to learn.
How can I start?
Where must you start? At his roots.
The breed got it's name because, of course, it was originally used as a shepherd.
So you must first train Rin Tin Tin to herd animals.
Go round up those sheep, buddy.
Easy now, Rinty, be gentle!
Move them on.
At 'em, boy. Come back!
Good boy, Rin.
(Egger) Once he has acquired the skills to control and find sheep,
then you must train him to locate humans who are lost.
(male voice) Where are you?
Answer your papa!
Elba, where are you?
Elba, answer me!
Elba!
(Egger) Trust his amazing sense of smell.
(Egger) And believe in his abilities.
Okay. Smell that. Go find the girl!
He'll find her.
(Egger) Let him lead you.
Elba, where are you?
(Lee) Everyone follow Rinty.
Elba!
[chuckles]
[uplifting music]
I think he found her! Under the tree!
Oh, look.
Oh my goodness. Thank God.
[laughs]
(Egger) Then, you will build his physical strength.
These dogs were used in remote villages in Belgium to bring supplies.
Proportionately speaking,
they are much stronger than horses.
While the average horse can pull only twice its weight,
the shepherd can pull five times its weight.
And finally, train him as we have trained our dogs for this war.
Not for violence, but to help those who are hurt.
All right. Go find survivors.
(Egger) Instead of risking lives,
Rin Tin Tin can go into the field and find your injured.
[explosion]
[airplane]
[barks]
[far away explosions]
[breathes heavily]
[cheerful music]
He will bring you back a piece of clothing to let you know there are survivors.
Good job, Rinty.
Where is he?
(Lee) Follow his lead!
Move to the right. Come on.
There he is.
Come here.
Are you okay?
Help me.
You're gonna be fine.
(Lee) He's progressing well.
You've learned to treat him they way he should be treated.
With love and respect.
He will do anything you want now.
Thanks.
Thank you.
For giving me this time with him,
and for making my stay here much more tolerable.
I'll bring him by again.
That would be nice.
Rinty.
[whines]
(Egger) [grunts]
Good by, boy, [kiss]
[whines]
(guard) Let's go, Egger.
[barks]
[Ragtime music]
(Gaston) When I win, I'm going to take a tour of Montecarlo.
(Lee) Who taught you how to deal?
Bien, jolie.
Merci to the man upstairs.
Checkers to you, mon ami.
Unbelievable. I'm out.
[sighs] Too rich for my blood.
Feeling lucky,
mon ami?
What do you have, Gaston?
[sighs] It's a hand from heaven, my friend.
[playful music]
[beat - music]
[ting]
(Lee) That would mean you have a Royal Flush.
Much better, mon ami.
Maybe not.
I tell you it is.
[chuckles]
(Lee) In fact, I bet you might have something low.
Maybe a pair?
I'm all in.
You can't be.
You will lose all your money, Lee.
I'll take my chances.
Calls on you, [mimicking] "mon ami."
You have cheated me.
How?
I don't know.
But I suspect it's with that--
Chien!
[all laugh]
[barks]
[all laugh]
We can buy a lot of food now, boy.
Whew!
[uplifting music]
Hey. I think he's up for a card game.
Very funny. Kick a man when he's down.
Gaston. It's a peace offer.
Really, the money's yours.
We kind of pulled a fast one on you.
How?
Rinty saw your cards. He tipped me off.
You think I'm an idiot? A dog that can read cards?
But I'll have the money anyway.
Hey. Maybe I can use him next game.
Maybe.
[female screams]
Hey.
(female voice) [screams]
(female voice) Help! Please!
(female voice) [crying] No!
[baby cries]
[walla]
[crying and screaming] No!
Anybody inside?
Excuse me.
Easy.
Easy, Rinty. Hold on, boy.
Rinty!
[growls]
[baby cries]
[barks]
[crying and screaming] My baby!
[sound of walls collapsing]
Take care of him. Oh, please God.
[baby cries]
Rinty! Get out! Rinty!
Whew.
Good boy.
[crowd applauds]
[cheerful music]
[slurps]
[sentimental music]
[solemn music]
And when you're finished with those dishes,
you can scrub the floors, you lazy no-good-for-nothing boy.
Get outta here!
[vicious laugh]
Johnson.
Why are we having cabbage soup again?
This is the fourth time this week.
It's war. Food is scarce.
Now get out of my kitchen before I take your soup away.
Well, can I at least have some salt?
Piece of work.
Salt, salt, salt.
Thanks, Rinty.
Here's your salt--
Why did I get bothered?
You devil-dog!
Ah!
[loud metallic thud]
[grumbles]
(Johnson) It was an accident.
[boxing ring bell and grunting]
(Johnson) Don't hurt me! [metallic thuds and crashes]
Ah! Get me out!
Get me out!
[band music]
You want to see me, sir?
There may be enemy battalions in our vicinity.
We need to send you on a recon mission.
Yes, sir.
A void combat, if possible.
A treaty may be signed very soon.
I understand, sir.
(male voice) I will make you learn left from right!
[honking]
Henri, welcome.
Do you have the cash?
Sure.
You know, your prices are costing two times what others charge me for foods.
[sniffs] Hm.
Take this to the car, nosy little man.
Okay, okay.
Back to business.
You get triple from the Germans for these rations.
I know that and you know that.
(Johnson) You're a traitor, you know that?
(Henri) It takes one to know one.
(Johnson) Do we have a deal?
Good. Have you thought about my offer for the boy, Jacques?
He's an orphan. No one will miss him.
Sure.
I can use and extra hand.
Here's what we'll do.
Next week, when you come for the rations, I'll bring the boy.
Go away.
I'm hungry.
[playful music]
Where is my helmet?
[barking]
Thank you, buddy.
[barks]
Thank you.
[whines]
Ah! My goggles!
Rinty!
Thanks, Rinty.
Don't worry, I'll be back soon.
Why don't you go and play with Jacques?
[cheerful music]
[roaring engine and suspense music]
You returned to play?
[shooting]
Ah.
Oh!
Come home to mama!
[sighs] Oh!
[neighing and wind softly howling]
[suspense music]
Ah!
[whines]
[neighing]
[sentimental music]
Uh, uh, uh.
[whines]
Tell him to work here and here--
[panting]
What the heck?
Eh, eh, eh.
Son are you okay?
Nee, Nee, Nee-- [pants]
[sotly with French accent] Nee's-- He-- Help.
He can speak.
He needs help.
Oh good Lord, this is Duncan's. Where is he?
Okay.
Show me where he is. Let's go.
Good boy, Rinty. Good boy.
Let's get him on the stretcher, come on.
(Gaston) Be careful.
[whines]
Okay.
[whines]
(O.S. male voice) Lee. Wake up, man.
Wake up.
He's coming to.
Bonjour, mon ami.
[sighs] There are still enemies flying, sir.
Yes, we know. We saw the bullet holes on the plane.
You almost died out there.
Where's Rin Tin Tin?
Sacre bleu!
[chuckles]
You'd think he'd ask about the war.
Or what his friends are doing here.
Instead he asks about that dog.
Rin Tin Tin did save his life. With a little help.
I thought I dreamed that.
No. It was real.
In my dream, he was talking.
Maybe he's not as healthy as we thought.
Yeah, I think you need to get more rest, Corporal.
The men from the 135th squadron will keep a watchful eye on Rin Tin Tin.
Well, can I see him?
You and that dog!
Lee, regulations forbid any animal of any kind in the hospital.
But we have a plan to smuggle him in.
[heavy French accent] You will do no such thing.
Oh, mon Dieu. I should be so lucky,
to fall sick and have you take care of me.
There will be no animals nearby to infect him.
Now goodbye, au revoir. Out.
Quoi?
Goodbye.
(Gaston) Au revoir.
Come here.
Don't forget me.
Merci.
Thanks for coming!
[thud]
(Gaston) Leave me alone.
Uh! Uh!
Help! Let me go! [crash]
No! Put me down!
(Johnson) [cackles viciously]
No! [door locks]
[expectant music]
[grunts]
[whines]
Get in there! Get in there!
No!
Let me out!
[whines]
Here's the boy, Henri. You got the cash?
(Johnson) He's a good boy.
(Henri) Yes, but I have to clean him, clothe him,
he needs to be deloused.
He does not have lice!
(Henri) He looks sick.
Henri, we had a deal.
(Johnson) You gave me your word.
[sliding sounds like airplane]
No, he's too scraggy.
He's a good worker.
(Johnson) I can get ten like him in any village.
Mon Dieu!
[oinking]
Okay. Okay.
Slowly. Slowly, Henri. Don't startle them.
Take it easy, piggies.
[oinking and grunting]
[growls and bites]
[squealing, pounding and bugle music]
Holy cow!
Don't let them get away!
[squealing]
I got this one!
[boing sound]
[panting]
[boing sound]
[laughs]
I got this one!
Jesus!
[neighs]
Ah!
Henri. I hate your pigs!
What is going on here?
[dwarf laughs]
This is outrageous.
Arrest this man!
On your feet Mr. Piggy.
Time to get put in your own pen.
[light cheerful music]
[door opens and male laughing]
[snickers]
Now all this is mine.
(Henri) Come on.
[missile sound and crash]
Huh?
Oh.
[yells]
Oh! [boing sound and beat]
[cries]
[dwarf laughs]
[patting sound]
[knocking on door]
Who's there?
Sh!
Yeah.
Rinty!
Come here!
(Gaston) It's just me and little Jacques.
And your best friend.
I wanted to [grunts]
I wanted to celebrate with you.
Celebrate what?
The war is over, my friend.
They signed the armistice!
We're going home!
[all express joy and laugh] We have some wine!
We're going home! Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
Let's drink to this!
My home sweet home!
We're going home! [laughs heartily]
[all sing and laugh]
[banging]
What is going on here?
I have come to get a kiss from you.
The war is over, my petite cabbage.
The war may be finished but the wounded need to rest.
Oh, let them celebrate with their friends at least.
The patients need quiet and rest.
He ain't bothering me.
Yeah, I like the critter.
Oh!
[all laugh]
It wasn't me. It was the dog!
[moans]
You deserve it for calling me "My petite cabbage".
Now, out.
Out, Out, Out.
[all begin to sing The Marseillaise]
Bye!
You! Back to bed. And you, back to bed!
Out. Out. Out. Come on.
Allons, allons. Out!
Crazy people. Total. Out. Out. You. Outside!
Quiet.
[martial music]
Good to have you back, Corporal.
Sergeant, now. He's a hero.
That's a boy, Lee. You showed them. Don't mess with the 135th.
Thanks, guys. It's good to be back.
Good to have you back.
Rinty! Come here. [playful music]
Has no one been feeding you, boy?
[moans]
[chuckles]
Oh, Jacques.
I guess I owe you a big thank you.
My pleasure.
What'll happen to him now?
Well, the General is taking him in as a house boy.
Until his parents arrive.
Parents?
Yes, they were found in a small village outside of Paris.
Sir, that's great news.
You did a lot to help that boy.
No, no. It was all Rinty.
He helped him forget everything bad that happened.
And he can be the one to keep him.
Major.
Excuse me, sir?
We're sending your regiment home first, Duncan.
I see.
I was hoping to get permission to bring Rinty to America.
Pets are not allowed on board ships.
But surely you can make an exception for this adorable little puppy.
Do not interrupt me, Private.
The war may be over,
but we cannot waste valuable military resources
taking our pets home with us. [scoffs]
Whatever will be next? Frogs?
With all due respect, sir.
I believe that's the General's decision.
Yes.
But I will advise the General not to take this dog on board ship.
[chuckles]
[blows nose loudly]
No wonder you couldn't win the war without us!
Clowns!
This mutt will never get to America!
[growls]
[ripping]
Take this animal away from me.
Lee.
[barks]
Oh! [crashes] Oh!
What are you going to do?
[more crashing]
I'll have to make my case with the General.
[cheerful band music]
May I take your coat?
Yes.
Okay.
Thanks.
General.
At ease, Soldier. And Soldier dog.
[expectant music]
Major Bartholomew Snickens reporting, sir.
Thank you, Major.
Let's get started.
Yes, sir.
Oh, where is my pen?
[whines]
Oh! [chuckles] Thank you.
[chuckles] Smart dog, there.
Congratulations, son, on your recent promotion to Sergeant, Mr. Duncan.
I see you've put in a request
to bring Rin Tin Tin back to the U.S. with you on board ship.
Yes, sir.
There's an ordinance against this.
Yes, sir, I was hoping that telling you about--
Why should we grant passage to a dog
in place of soldiers with wives and families?
[barks and growls]
You see? The mutt can't even behave himself for five minutes.
Imagine what a nuisance he'd be on board ship, sir.
Sir, Rinty is a very well trained dog.
He saved my life.
I understand that, Sergeant.
General, on board ship they don't have any arrangements for animals,
much less misbehaving ones.
Rinty is not misbehaved, sir.
Is it not true that he ate army rations intended for our troops?
I was paying for that, sir.
Did he also not cause disruption
in the mess, the grounds, the hospital, and the barracks?
That was before training him, sir.
The questions are a simple yes or no, Sergeant.
[sighs]
Yes.
Well, I understand--
General, the situation seems perfectly clear
I don't think we need to take up your valuable time anymore, sir.
With your permission, sir, I've arranged a witness.
What?
An expert of sorts. It'll only take a minute.
This is highly--
You may proceed, Sergeant.
Guard.
This is preposterous!
This is your expert? An enemy soldier?
He's not the enemy, sir. Nikolaus Egger learned how to handle dogs from his father.
He helped train Rinty with love and affection.
Not hate.
Sergeant Egger.
Rin Tin Tin. Hop. Hop. [laughs]
[grunts in delight]
It's good to see you my friend.
Impressive! A friend of the enemy.
This dog cannot be trusted, sir.
That's not true. Shepherds are more loving and loyal than any human being.
We used them in this ugly war to save lives.
The war that you lost! [scoffs]
It's not about winning the war, you--
It's about serving man.
Learning to care for each other.
A dog like Rinty can bring us all closer together.
I tell you this is a dangerous beast!
[moans and yawns]
The only dangerous beast I see, sir,
is this one standing in front of me.
[gasps] How dare you? General, I command--
[bugle charge call]
[chuckles]
Hm.
Sergeant Egger.
You make a very human and convincing argument.
You speak from the heart. And I thank you for that.
Guard.
Sergeant Duncan.
I know you love this dog.
And I do believe he would behave well on board ship.
However,
I still can find no cause for overruling the ordinance.
Regretfully, I must deny your request.
[sad music]
Ha.
[sniffs]
Come on, boy.
[sound of explosion]
[suspense music]
[deep rumbling]
(male voice) Easy boy. Easy!
Avalanche!
[screams]
What the heck?
We've got men buried alive up on the mountain.
I need everybody up there, now. All hands!
Let's go, men.
Come on, boy. Let's go find them.
[walla]
Let's dig over here.
It's hopeless, sir. There are no signposts to tell us where to dig.
Everything's buried too deep.
The General's in there. We should get them out there before they suffocate.
But where do we start, sir?
We're gonna have to get reinforcements. Fast.
What the--?
[heroic music]
Come on, Rinty. Go find Jacques.
[barks]
Follow Rin Tin Tin!
[martial music - bugles]
(male voice) Come on, let's go!
He's found something!
Allez, allez.
He's found something!
Look over there!
[moans]
(Lee) Over here! Rinty's found something!
Come on, hurry!
Jacques! Jacques!
I'm here!
Dig deep.
Be careful. Got you.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Are there any survivors?
Mm-hm.
They're okay!
[cheering and laughing]
Uh, uh. At ease, Soldier.
Uh. Get your hands off me, you French peasant!
[blows out]
[cheering]
[hurray]
You're a hero!
[cheering]
[martial heroic music]
(General) Congratulations, Sergeant.
You're dog is really something.
Yes, sir. He is.
based on rules.
In retrospect, I can see Rin Tin Tin has touched everyone's life for the better.
With the, uh, advisable exception of the Major.
Hmpf.
Now, he's proved himself not only a hero,
but a true American hero.
[applause]
Does this mean--?
Yes.
I am happy to grant Rin Tin Tin
passage to the U.S.A. with his ward, Lee Duncan.
Thank you.
Rin Tin Tin, you will make a fine citizen
of the U.S.A.
[cheering]
Excuse me, sir.
Army regulations state that only military personnel can travel on board ship.
You know, the Major has a point.
And that is why I am proud to bestow upon Rin Tin Tin
the rank of Private, First Class, U.S. Army!
[barking and cheering]
This is outrageous!
I've had enough of this ridiculous farce!
[playful music]
I'll kill him!
What? Ah!
[all laugh]
Ah!
And I have another surprise.
Jacques' parents have just arrived.
[sentimental music and groaning]
Sir, that really makes me happy.
Jacques.
You'll be okay now.
Mama! Papa!
Mama!
Did I tell you that those names Rin Tin Tin and Nenette would bring you luck?
When you have a good heart, it brings you good luck.
Thanks for your good heart, Gaston.
I'll miss you.
Miss me? You won't have time to miss me.
Because soon, I will be in America.
You tell those petite American cabbages
Gaston Gateau is on his way!
[laughs] I will, buddy. I will.
You're welcome any time.
Bye, Rinty.
Come on, boy.
[barks]
Undo those bindings, Private.
The war is over.
Thank you.
Hey. You'd do the same for me.
So what will you do?
I'll walk home to my village in Germany.
To start over again.
I'm sorry, Nikolaus.
Don't be.
I'm happy to walk home.
Happy to know that enemies can become friends.
We have much to learn from each other.
In spite of the war,
man and dog have survived to become friends, haven't you?
[Rinty groans]
Farewell, Nikolaus.
Goodbye, California.
Goodbye, Rinty.
Goodbye.
[uplifting music]
Come on.