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The Lost Patrol ()

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A dozen British soldiers, lost in a Mesopotamian desert during World War I, are menaced by unseen Arab enemies.
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The Sergeant
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Sanders
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Morelli
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Brown
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Quincannon
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Hale
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Cook
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Bell
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Pearson
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Abelson
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Aviator
Paul Hanson ...
MacKay
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Abdullah Abbas ...
Last Arab (uncredited)
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Rescue Patrol Colonel / Arab Shot By Sergeant (uncredited)
Neville Clark ...
Lt. Hawkins (uncredited)
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Arab (uncredited)

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John Ford

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Dudley Nichols ... (screen play)
 
Garrett Fort ... (adaptation)
 
Philip MacDonald ... (from the story "Patrol" by)

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Merian C. Cooper ... executive producer
John Ford ... producer (uncredited)
Cliff Reid ... associate producer

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Max Steiner

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Harold Wenstrom ... director of photography

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Paul Weatherwax ... film editor

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Van Nest Polglase
Sidney Ullman

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W. Argyle Nelson ... assistant director (uncredited)

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Philip Faulkner Jr. ... sound (as P.J. Faulkner)
Clem Portman ... sound

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Vernon L. Walker ... process photography (uncredited)

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Louie Anderson ... grip (uncredited)
James Lee Davis ... grip (uncredited)

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Murray Spivack ... music recordist
Bernhard Kaun ... orchestrator (uncredited)
Max Steiner ... conductor (uncredited)

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Frank Baker ... technical advisor (uncredited)
Louis Shapiro ... utility man (uncredited)
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Plot Summary

A World War I British Army patrol is crossing the Mesopotomian desert when their commanding officer, the only one who knows their destination is killed by the bullet of unseen bandits. The patrol's sergeant keeps them heading north on the assumption that they will hit their brigade. They stop for the night at an oasis and awake the next morning to find their horses stolen, their sentry dead, the oasis surrounded and survival difficult. Written by Erik Gregersen

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Taglines BLISTERING SUN...BLAZING BULLETS! (original print ad - all caps) See more »
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Also Known As
  • La patrouille perdue (France)
  • Die vermißte Patrouille (Germany)
  • Der vermißte Spähtrupp (Germany)
  • Die letzte Patrouille (Germany)
  • La patrulla perduda (Spain, Catalan title)
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  • 73 min
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Budget $254,000 (estimated)

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Trivia Victor McLaglen actually served with the Irish Fusiliers in Mesopotamia (modern-day Iraq) during World War I at the same time this story takes place. He eventually rose to be Provost Marshal--equivalent of Police Chief--of Baghdad. See more »
Goofs As the plane is circling the encampment, you can see tire marks in the sand. See more »
Movie Connections Featured in Casablanca (1942). See more »
Soundtracks Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile See more »
Quotes Brown: I can't say much for the women though, but, oh, the girls! All Malayan females should be poisoned at 21. Before that, they're... Mmmmmm!
Jock MacKay: But a bit on the dark side, hunh, Brown?
Brown: Oh, yes, they're dark, but the longer you're there, the whiter they get, or that's the way it seems. That didn't bother me, Jock. I'll never forget the first time I saw... We sailed into a little harbor about sundown. The girls all came swimming out, flowere in their long hair, singing and laughing up at us from the water. Brown skin? Seemed like gold to me! A richer, deeper gold than any metal! I can see that gold shimmering now on their wet bodies as they swam like mermaids to the rail and climbed on board, laughing at us like a lot of shameless imps.
Quincannon: Ah, man, Topper, 'tis the soul of a poet you have!
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