Finding Rin Tin Tin (2007)

[bunniefuu]

[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]

[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
w*r 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 b*mb sound]

And Annette said
to Rin Tin Tin,

[uses shrill female
voice] "Quick, you
must hide from the b*mb".

"Let's go in
the subway". And Rin
Tin Tin said to Nenette,

[uses deep throaty
voice] "How can you
hide from a b*mb?

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 w*r 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
c*ck schemes.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

[barks]

What means
c*ck?

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 c*ck.

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 w*r
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 w*r.

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 r*fle.

[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]

[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]

[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!

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 w*r.

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.

[expl*si*n]

[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!

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 w*r.
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?

[sh**ting]

Ah.

Oh!

Come home to mama!

[sighs] Oh!

[neighing and wind
softly howling]

[suspense music]

Ah!

Ah!

[whines]

[neighing]

[sentimental music]

Uh, uh, uh.

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 b*llet
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 w*r.

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
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.

[m*ssile 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 w*r
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 w*r is over,
my petite cabbage.

The w*r 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!

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 w*r 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 w*r 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 w*r to save lives.

The w*r that
you lost! [scoffs]

It's not about
winning the w*r, 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 expl*si*n]

[suspense music]

[deep rumbling]

[male voice]
Easy boy. Easy!

Avalanche!

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 k*ll 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 w*r is over.

Thank you.

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 w*r,

man and dog have
survived to become
friends, haven't you?

[Rinty groans]

Farewell, Nikolaus.

Goodbye, California.

Goodbye, Rinty.

Goodbye.

[uplifting music]

Come on.