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[woman crying]

[child chattering]

[people clamoring]

[camera clicking]

[dogs barking]

[birds chirping]

[people yelling]

[thunder cracking]

[wagon rattling]

(soldier) JOIN THE ARMY! BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN.

(Mr. Noonan) ...ABOUT THIS FOR A LONG TIME, PADDY.

YOU'RE DOING THIS NOT JUST FOR YOURSELF,

BUT FOR YOUR FAMILY.

WE'RE MORE THAN GRATEFUL TO YOU, LAD.

YOU'RE MAKING YOUR MOTHER AND I MIGHTY PROUD.

[people chattering]

HERE WE ARE, SON. RIGHT THERE.

STEP RIGHT UP. SO YOU WANNA ENLIST?

YES.

SIGN HERE.

GO ON.

(soldier #1) NOW YOU CAN ALL BECOME U.S. CITIZENS.

HERE'S YOUR FIRST WEEK'S PAY.

GOD BLESS YOU, SON.

WELCOME TO THE U.S. ARMY. COME WITH ME.

I'LL GET YOU STARTED OVER HERE.

(soldier #2) JOIN THE ARMY. BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN.

SIGN UP OVER HERE.

(man) THAT'S A SONG NOW.

[crickets chirping]

[horse snorting]

[horses neighing]

[door creaking]

WELL, WELL, WELL.

YOU'LL HELP US, SARGE.

(Riley) YOU WERE ALL DULY CHARGED.

YOU INFRACTED THE RULES, BOYOS.

(Brian) DUST ON A BRASS BUCKLE WARRANTS DAYS IN THE CAGE?

BEING IRISH, THAT'S THE INFRACTION, RILEY.

THE BLOODY BRITS GAVE US MORE QUARTER THAN YOUR CORPORAL BLEDSOE.

I'M IRISH, BRIAN.

SO ARE HALF THE MEN IN THIS MAN'S ARMY.

AYE, BUT NOT FRESH OFF THE BOAT.

(Grzbalski) IT'S BECAUSE WE'RE CATHOLIC.

THE CAPTAIN SAY I NO GO TO MASS.

I NO GO TO MASS?

I TELL HIM I GOT TO GO.

HE THROW ME IN HERE.

FELDWEBEL, JOHN RILEY.

YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS IN GERMAN ARMY?

FIELD WIFE.

THE FELDWEBEL TAKES CARE OF HIS MEN.

YOU FOUGHT AGAINST NAPOLEON, SCHULTZ,

LONG BEFORE YOU WORE THE BLUE.

RULES AND REGULATIONS.

HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO POUND IT INTO YOUR HEADS?

(Brian) IMPARTIALLY DELIVERED.

NOT ONE LAW FOR THOSE BAREFOOT, PECKERWOOD YANKS

AND ANOTHER FOR THE LIKES OF US.

YOU'RE AN IRISHMAN AND A CATHOLIC, JOHN RILEY, JUST LIKE US.

AND OUR SERGEANT, TO BOOT.

THERE'S INJUSTICE HERE, JOHN.

YOU'LL DO FOR US, SARGE. YOU'VE ALL WE'VE GOT.

OH, PADDY. BE A SOLDIER, BOYO.

[knock on door]

[sighing]

COME.

[clears throat]

PERMISSION TO GO TO MASS, SIR?

THEM'S MEXICAN CHURCHES, SIR.

CONSORTING WITH THE ENEMY, I CALL IT.

PAPIST, MORE LIKE IT. YOU KNOW,

THE ONLY TROUBLE WITH THOSE POTATO-FAMINE CLODS IN THE CALABOOSE,

THEIR ONLY ALLEGIANCE GOES TO ROME.

PERMISSION TO GO TO MASS, SIR?

THINK OF YOUR FUTURE, MAN.

YOU ARE THIS CLOSE TO BEING AN OFFICER AND A GENTLEMAN.

(Gaine) AND WHAT HAVE YOU IN COMMON

WITH THOSE TRAITORS RUNNING FROM THE BRITISH?

UM,

ONE MAN'S HERO IS ANOTHER MAN'S TRAITOR, I RECKON, SIR.

THE PASS IS YOURS, SERGEANT.

I'LL EVEN FORGET WHERE YOU'RE GOING, FOR THE MOMENT.

[men chattering]

[horses neighing]

(soldier #1) 10 PACES APART.

SPACE THEM ALL.

10.

(soldier) ALL RIGHT, WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL NIGHT. LET'S GO.

(man #1) SERGEANT?

PICK IT UP.

(man #2) IS THIS THE MARK, SIR?

RIGHT THERE, THAT'S GOOD.

[priest praying in Latin]

[people praying in Latin]

[whispering]

[speaking Spanish]

[people chattering]

WHAT'S GOING ON, SERGEANT?

YOU TELL ME, CORPORAL.

I'LL HANDLE THIS. EASY NOW.

THIS HERE IS SERGEANT RILEY, AN IRISH FELLOW LIKE US.

HE'LL NOT BE BETRAYIN' US FOR SNEAKIN' OFF TO MASS.

DESERTION'S MORE LIKE IT.

I SAW THE U.S. CAVALRY HORSES OUTSIDE

AND ALL OF YOU ARE WEARING THE UNIFORM OF THE INFANTRY.

HE'S NO MAN OF ERIN.

YOU ALL SAW THE CARTWHEELS.

HE'S HERE TO SPY FOR HIS MASTERS.

THEY'RE AFTER MAKING SLAVES OF US IRISH WEARING THE BLUE.

WHERE'D THE PRIEST GO?

TO PRAY

FOR THE SOULS OF THE MEN THAT YOU CONSIGNED TO HELL.

YOUR OWN MEN, SERGEANT RILEY.

[snorting]

LET ME HELP THEM PRAY.

[praying in Spanish]

[horse neighing]

READY, CAPTAIN.

LET THE PUNISHMENT BEGIN.

SAY YOUR PRAYERS, MEN.

LET THE BASTARDS HEAR YE.

"HAIL MARY, FULL OF GRACE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE.

(prisoners) "BLESSED ART THOU AMONGST WOMEN

"AND BLESSED IS THE FRUIT OF THY WOMB, JESUS.

"HOLY MARY, MOTHER OF GOD, PRAY FOR US SINNERS NOW

[praying in German]

[Paddy screaming]

[whip cracking]

[Paddy screaming]

[praying in Polish]

TELL YOUR MEN TO STAND TO, CAPTAIN,

[gun cocking]

CORPORAL.

[crickets chirping]

YOU'D BEST STAND TO LIKE HE SAID, SIR.

FELDWEBEL.

BEGGING THE CAPTAIN'S PARDON, SIR,

BUT YOU'RE CONDUCTING AN ILLEGAL PUNISHMENT DETAIL HERE.

TRAITOR. MUTINEER.

[fire crackling]

ALL MEN, AT THE REST.

YOUR GUN, CAPTAIN.

THANK YOU.

(Kenneally) MOUNT UP.

NOW, LADS, YOU SEE THE POWER OF A SIMPLE PRAYER?

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE.

[speaking Spanish]

UH, NO.

[speaking Spanish]

[soldiers yelling]

YOU IRISH BASTARDS!

YOU'RE ALL DEAD MEN!

YOU'RE ALL DEAD, ALL OF YOU!

[bird screeching]

[hooves clomping]

[both speaking Spanish]

[horses snorting]

WELCOME TO MEXICO.

WE NEED REST.

BAD PLACE TO HOLE UP.

MY MEN STOP HERE.

YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOURS.

THE NUEVO LEON RIDGE IS UP THERE,

HOOKING INTO THE SIERRA MADRE,

CURVING TO THE NORTH AND THE WEST.

WE COULD RIDE ALONG THOSE HIGH LINES,

WEST TO NEW MEXICO, EVEN CALIFORNIA.

AYE, MEXICO MIGHT GIVE YOU SANCTUARY.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THE ARMY ISN'T AFTER US RIGHT NOW?

NAH. THE ARMY CAN'T CROSS THE BORDER.

UNLESS WE'RE AT WAR ALREADY.

AND TO THE EAST, THE OCEAN PORT OF VERACRUZ.

WE COULD SHIP FROM THERE TO SOME PLACE OF SANCTUARY, JOHN.

AYE.

IT'S TIME FOR YOU BOYS TO DECIDE.

US?

HMM.

WHAT ABOUT YOU? I'M REGULAR ARMY.

I GOT YOU OFF THE LASHING WHEEL AND AWAY.

I'LL FACE A.W.O.L. A COUPLE OF DAYS IN A POKEY.

WITH CAPTAIN GAINE AFTER YOUR HIDE?

COLONEL LACEY WILL INTERVENE.

AND THE SAME GOES FOR ANY OF YOU

THAT WANT TO COME BACK WITH ME.

SEAMUS?

DON'T WORRY, PADDY. WE'RE NOT GOING BACK.

(Brian) WHAT IF LACEY'S BEEN KILLED AND GAINE IS STILL IN CHARGE?

CAN YOU GUARANTEE US TO BE FREE OF THE LASH THEN?

(Kenneally) ME,

I'VE HAD MY TASTE OF THE FREEDOM

THOSE BLUEBELLY OFFICERS OFFER THE LIKES OF US IRISH.

RIGHT. THEN YOU'LL BE MAKING FOR VERACRUZ.

AH,

AND THE CHANCE TO SAIL BEFORE THE MAST OF A NEUTRAL NATION.

[gun firing]

[horses neighing]

[shouting]

[yelling in Spanish]

[horses neighing]

[men clamoring]

[gun cocking]

[screaming]

[man speaking Spanish]

[speaking spanish]

[screaming]

[whispers in Spanish]

[door creaking]

[panting]

YOU NEVER GIVE UP, DO YOU?

HE IS NOT OUR ENEMY.

OR OUR FRIEND. JUST A DESERTER.

SOME SAY THAT OF YOU.

I FIGHT FOR A CAUSE.

SO DO I.

SAVING THIS ONE'S LIFE IS MINE.

SO INDULGE ME.

ONLY AS LONG AS IT AMUSES ME.

[shivering]

[soldiers marching]

♪♪[drums beating]

[chattering]

SIR.

CAPTAIN GAINE.

I TRUST THINGS WENT WELL WHILE WE WERE AWAY.

I'M READY WITH MY FULL REPORT, SIR.

WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT NOW.

THEN IT'S WAR.

IT BEGINS. FORT TEXAS IS UNDER SIEGE.

5TH INFANTRY IS TO JOIN GENERAL TAYLOR. WE MARCH TO RELIEVE THEM.

GOOD. TIME WE GAVE THEM CHILI-GOBBLERS WHAT FOR.

THERE'S VERY LITTLE PLEASURE IN THAT PROSPECT, CAPTAIN.

NO. NO, SIR. WHAT I MEANT TO SAY WAS--

I WANT LIEUTENANT JOHN RILEY TO JOIN THE CONFABULATION.

GET HIM.

SERGEANT RILEY, SIR.

[soldiers yelling]

GENERAL TAYLOR SAID HE SENT RILEY'S FIELD COMMISSION PAPERS

DOWN HERE WEEKS AGO.

I EXPECTED YOU TO MAKE IT OFFICIAL WHILE I WAS AWAY.

CAN'T COMMISSION A MAN WHO'S DESERTED, COLONEL.

[groaning]

HOW'S THAT, BOY?

IT'S GRAND, JAMES. THANKS.

[goat bleating]

YEAH, IT'S GOOD. DANKA.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[goats bleating]

[exclaims]

[sighing]

[chuckles]

[speaking Spanish]

YOU KNOW, I THINK I DREAMT ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT.

NO, YOU HAD, UH, PESADILLAS.

BAD DREAMS.

ANYWAY, THANKS FOR THE SHAVE.

[Marta speaking Spanish]

JESUS.

SHE SHAVED ME SIDE-WHISKERS.

[door opening]

(Riley) DO YOU ALWAYS TREAT HER LIKE THAT?

THE QUESTION IS, HOW WILL I TREAT YOU?

WELL, WE'LL BE ON OUR WAY AS SOON AS I CAN WALK.

STRANGE HOW MEN HAVE A TENDENCY

TO FALL IN LOVE WITH THEIR NURSES.

HUH?

I'M GLAD YOU RECOGNIZE GOLD WHEN YOU SEE IT

EVEN IF IT'S NOT YOURS.

[groaing]

AND YOU SENTENCED 5 OF RILEY'S MEN TO THE WHIP. WHY?

AIN'T IT OBVIOUS, SIR?

CONSORTING WITH THE ENEMY.

YOU MEAN WANTING TO GO TO CHURCH, TO PRACTICE THEIR FAITH.

NOT SO, SIR. IF YOU READ THE CHARGES,

YOU'LL SEE THAT THEY'RE ALL GUILTY OF JUST PLAIN BAD SOLDIERING.

THOSE IRISH IMMIGRANTS ARE KNOWN FOR THAT.

IRISH?

♪♪[trumpet playing]

IS GRZBALSKI IRISH?

5 YEARS FIGHTING THE INDIANS FOR THIS COUNTRY

AND A MEDAL FOR VALOR.

(Lacey) CORPORAL SCHULTZ?

A GERMAN WHO OFFICERED AGAINST NAPOLEON?

BEGGING YOUR PARDON, SIR, THEY'RE ALL PAPISTS.

IT'S WELL-KNOWN WHERE THEIR LOYALTIES LIE.

INSTRUCT ME, CORPORAL.

ROME, SIR. THE POPE IN ROME, NOT OUR FLAG.

OUR FLAG.

YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO THAT FLAG

AND THE FREEDOM IT STANDS FOR.

HALF THE TROOPS IN THIS MAN'S ARMY ARE IRISH.

IT IS THE RELIGION, SIR.

AN OFFICER MUST KNOW WHO'S LOYAL.

THAT IS THE BUSINESS OF WAR.

DIGGING LATRINES WILL BE YOUR BUSINESS.

THE ONLY WAR YOU'LL SEE WILL BE POUNDING POSTHOLES.

I PROTEST, SIR. PROTEST? DAMN YOU!

AND TAKE CARE NOT TO CROSS MY LINE OF SIGHT.

DISMISSED.

GAINE, LET ME INSTRUCT YOU.

MY GRANDFATHER FLED COUNTY CORK AND THE BRITISH

TO FIGHT FOR OUR AMERICAN REVOLUTION.

NOW GET OUT!

YOUR LEFT. YOUR LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT.

YOUR LEFT. YOUR LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT.

LEFT! 5 FILES! LEFT! MARCH! YOUR LEFT!

ENOUGH, KENNEALLY.

SQUAD, HALT.

LEFT FACE.

GO WHAT?

I SAID ENOUGH.

YOU MARCH THEM INTO THE GROUND.

THEY NEED DECENT DISCIPLINE.

OH? THE ARMY OF NAPOLEON WAS ALL DISCIPLINE.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

YEAH, WELL, I GOT THE STRIPES.

THEY DO WHAT I SAY.

RILEY'S OUR LEADER, NOT YOU.

[Flor speaking Spanish]

WHAT?

NO, I'M, UH, I'M FROM IRELAND.

[speaking Spanish]

NO, NO, NO.

I THINK SHE MEANS YOU'VE GOT A RED HEAD.

DOES SHE NOW?

SI, SI. REDHEAD.

(Paddy) THE LADY THINKS

THE MARK OF THE IRISH IS FLAMING RED HAIR.

I HAVE RED HAIR, AND I'M POLISH.

FOOD.

OK.

GREAT GOING, DANNY-BOY.

HEY, KENNEALLY.

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR DISCIPLINE?

TELL IT TO NAPOLEON.

[birds twittering]

ARE YOU READY, BOYS?

[people cheering]

[men whistling]

[knock on door]

[speaking Spanish]

[Marta speaking Spanish]

YOUR LEG, IT IS BETTER, JOHN RILEY?

'TIS, THANKS TO YOU.

WHY DID YOU DESERT, JOHN RILEY?

YOUR MEN, MAYBE?

THEY SPOKE OF WHAT HAPPENED AND HOW YOU FREED THEM FROM THE LASH.

[sighing]

WELL, ONE BAD OFFICER.

LIKE WE SAY, ROTTEN APPLE SPOILS THE BARREL.

BUT YOU LED THEM AWAY FROM THAT BARREL.

I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO.

THAT IS GOOD.

VERY MUCH LIKE CORTINA.

CORTINA.

HE'S A BANDIT AND A BUTCHER WHO KILLS FOR SPOILS.

IRLANDES, DO NOT MISTAKE CORTINA FOR AN ANIMAL LIKE DOMINGUEZ.

WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE? THEY RIDE TOGETHER.

ONLY AS LONG AS WE FIGHT FOR OUR LAND.

ALL FOR A PIECE OF DIRT.

FOR A DREAM.

FOR MEXICO TO BE FREE.

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

WHAT ABOUT ME?

YOUR DREAM, GIRL.

♪♪[flute playing]

DON'T YOU PEOPLE EAT ANYTHING BUT THESE FRIED-OVER BEANS?

[Flor speaking Spanish]

(Keannelly) AIN'T GOT NO ME GUSTA LEFT, SWEETHEART,

JUST A YEARNING FOR SOME GOOD IRISH SPUDS.

POTATOES. SPUDS, YOU KNOW.

NO.

NO, YOU DON'T KNOW, DO YOU? UM, OK.

THEY LOOK A BIT LIKE THAT. UH-HUH.

AND YOU GROW THEM IN THE GROUND,

AND THEN YOU DIG THEM UP,

YOU COOK THEM, AND THEN YOU PUT LOADS OF BUTTER ON THEM

[chuckling]

I AIN'T YOUR PAPA, CHIQUITA,

NOT THINKING WHAT I AM ABOUT YOU.

[speaking Spanish]

KENNEALLY.

YOU'RE IN ANOTHER MAN'S HOUSE.

AND RIGHT NOW WHAT WE ALL NEED IS SOME SLEEP.

SOME MEN MIGHT BE BORN TO DIE SLEEPING OFF AN INSULT

IN ANOTHER'S BED.

NOT ME.

FINE.

BUT REMEMBER, YOUR ACTIONS MAY HAVE CONSEQUENCES FOR EVERYBODY.

LOOK IT, THERE'S A TIME FOR EVERYTHING.

TIME, ATHLONE,

IS A COMMODITY RUNNING INTO SHORT SUPPLY.

[sighing]

SHE HAS TAKEN GOOD CARE OF YOU, MY MARTA.

I'M GRATEFUL FOR THAT.

WHAT ABOUT ME, FOR SAVING YOUR LIVES?

THERE ARE 5 DEAD MEN WEARING THE BLUE BACK IN THE SIERRA MADRE.

I DON'T THINK THEY'D AGREE.

CASUALTIES OF WAR.

REMEMBER, YOU HAVE ME TO THANK YOU ARE FREE.

YOUR PRISONER, MORE LIKE IT.

I'VE GIVEN YOUR MEN TEQUILA AND YOUR HORSES WATER.

WE'LL BE GONE FOR A DAY, MAYBE 2.

MEANWHILE, YOUR MEN HAVE THE PAROLE OF MY CAMP.

IF YOU WANT, FEEL FREE TO GO.

HOW?

WE CAN'T GET DOWN THE MOUNTAIN WITHOUT GUNS AND PROVISIONS.

WHERE WOULD YOU GO ANYWAY, SERGEANT?

TO THE NORTH YOU ARE A TRAITOR, TO THE SOUTH AN ENEMY.

YOU ARE A MAN WITHOUT A COUNTRY, JUST LIKE US.

SO RELAX, BE MY GUEST.

MAKE THE BEST OF IT AND ENJOY MY HOSPITALITY.

FOR HOW LONG?

TILL I DECIDE WHAT TO DO WITH YOU.

THE WOMAN, MARTA, DO YOU LIKE HER?

DON'T LIKE HER TOO MUCH.

YOU'VE CHEATED DEATH ONCE.

MAKE NO MORE MISTAKES.

[crickets chirping]

[groaning]

IT IS REPAIRED, THEN?

THE LEG, WERE YOU TRYING IT OUT?

[chuckling]

[sighing]

MARTA.

DO YOU LOVE HIM?

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND US.

LOOK OUT THERE, IRLANDES.

(Marta) WHAT DO YOU SEE?

[Riley chuckling] THE COLD REACHES OF HELL.

I SEE MY HOME.

THE VILLAGE WHERE MY BLOOD GOES BACK

A THOUSAND-THOUSAND YEARS.

I NEVER KNEW A HOME.

JUST THE ARMY.

NEVER KNEW MY FATHER.

MOSTLY ME ALONE.

I AM MESTIZA.

MY MOTHER WAS AZTECA

AND THE OTHER, THE FATHER, FROM SPAIN.

THESE 2 CULTURES ARE WHAT MEXICO IS MADE OF

AND WHAT IS ALL OF ME.

WE ARE THIS LAND, RILEY,

AND THE LAND BELONGS TO THE PEOPLE WHO WORK IT.

I MUST TELL YOU SOMETHING, GIRL.

YOU'RE MORE WOMAN

THAN ANY OTHER WOMAN I EVER MET.

[men shouting]

[horses neighing]

[horse snorting]

[people chattering]

DOMINGUEZ.

THE YANKEES HAVE INVADED MEXICO.

(Cortina) WE ARE AT WAR.

TO DESERT IN TIME OF WAR...

MEANS HANGING.

[mocking]

DON'T DO THAT, ME DANNY-BOY, DON'T.

TO FIGHT THOSE WHO WOULD SELL ALL OF MEXICO

FOR PERSONAL GAIN, A REVOLUTION.

NOW, THERE IS A QUESTION.

WHAT QUESTION?

THE YANKEES HAVE DONE US A FAVOR.

THIS IS GOOD FOR US!

(Dominguez) THE GOVERNMENT IN MEXICO MUST FIGHT THEM.

THESE MOUNTAINS ARE OURS NOW!

OURS TO DO WHAT, DOMINGUEZ?

ANSWER HER.

SHE IS A WOMAN. YOU LISTEN TO HER?

WHAT DO YOU WANT, MARTA?

ALL THAT MEXICO EVER WANTED, TO BE LEFT ALONE.

WE MUST FORGET OUR DIFFERENCES AND FIGHT THE INVADERS.

YOU LISTEN TO HER?

SHE SPEAKS FOR HER VILLAGE.

ONLY A WOMAN LISTENS TO A WOMAN.

I BEG OF YOU, DOMINGUEZ,

CALL ME A WOMAN NOW.

GO FIGHT YOUR OWN WAR. I'LL FIGHT MINE!

[Dominguez yelling in Spanish]

[people chattering]

WHAT ARE WE TO DO?

AND YOU?

WELL? WHAT?

WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD DO WE DO NOW?

UH, SHOW ME THE CHOICE.

[man groaning]

[soldier commanding]

HOLY COW.

[horse nickering]

THE WORD FROM WINFIELD SCOTT.

WE'RE READY TO ATTACK AND HE WOULD HOLD ME

FOR A MEET AT CAMARGO. HELLFIRE.

HONEYFOGLING HANK OF FUSS AND FEATHERS.

BENTON LACEY, YOUR 5TH HELD THE FLANK.

AND SENT TORREJON'S LANCERS RUNNING SOUTH LIKE GEESE IN WINTER.

THE MEN ARE REGULARS, THE BEST.

AND NO LONGER IN NEED OF YOU.

BUT I THOUGHT--

I KNOW YOU'LL FIGHT THE BEAR AND TREE THE WILD CAT.

SON, I NEED AN AIDE-DE-CAMP I CAN TRUST.

YOU JUST SAY THE WORD, AND YOU'LL TAIL ALONG WITH ME.

TO MEET GENERAL SCOTT AT CAMARGO, SIR?

(Taylor) NO, BY THUNDER.

THIS COUNTRY COUSIN'S MOVING OUT TO WRESTLE

THAT OLD ALLIGATOR AMPUDIA TO A FALL.

LET WINFIELD SCOTT FISH FOR HIS OWN GLORY.

I'M ABOUT TO PURSUE THE CAMPAIGN, NOT THE ELECTION OF '48.

ARE YOU WITH ME, MAN?

JUST POINT THE WAY, GENERAL.

WE MOVE SOUTH, NOLENS VOLENS, TO TAKE THE CITY OF MONTERREY.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[people chattering]

(Varga) YOU KNOW THE NEWS?

CAMARGO HAS FALLEN.

SOON THE YANKEES WILL ATTACK MONTERREY.

I MUST MAKE A CONFESSION, PADRE.

YOU FEEL THE NOOSE TIGHTENING AROUND OUR NECKS?

IT IS A GRAVE THING, A SIN OF CONSCIENCE.

WITH OR WITHOUT YOU, RILEY, WE'RE MAKING OUR MOVE.

WHEN?

SOON AS MASS IS OVER.

YOU TWO GET BACK TO YOUR POST.

[speaking Spanish]

THEY'LL STAND GUARD.

BUT WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO FEAR?

[speaking Spanish]

AMEN.

(all) AMEN.

IT IS FINISHED.

UH, NO, UH, THERE ARE THE VERSES OF THE LAST GOSPEL TO--

THEY'VE ALL RECEIVED COMMUNION.

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?

THAT YOU SHOULD BE A MEXICAN.

(Cortina) I KNOW WHAT I AM.

(Varga) THEN PROVE IT, CORTINA!

I CAN MAKE A MEETING UNDER THE FLAG OF TRUCE.

I HAVE TOLD YOU,

MY FIGHT IS AGAINST PAREDES AND THE CENTRALISTAS.

AS LONG AS THEY ARE IN POWER, I WILL--

FOR MEXICO, CORTINA!

THE MASS IS OVER. PACK THOSE RELICS AND GO BACK.

TELL THEM I RIDE FREE IN THESE HILLS

AS LONG AS THEY SIT FAT ON THEIR THRONES IN THE CAPITAL!

IT IS TOO LATE, CORTINA.

[horses neighing]

IT IS TOO LATE.

[speaking Spanish]

CORTINA, I COME TO YOU WITH AN OFFER, A CHOICE.

(Nexor) THE NOOSE OR AMNESTY.

FOR WHAT?

SWEAR ALLEGIANCE TO THIS FLAG.

JOIN THE REGULAR ARMY.

YOU WILL BE AN OFFICER AGAIN, WITH YOUR OWN MEN AS LANCERS.

NOT ENOUGH.

I OFFER YOU YOUR LIFE.

MY LIFE?

WHAT DOES MY LIFE MATTER IN A COUNTRY

THAT HAS BEEN RAVAGED BY ITS OWN RULERS?

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR CHANCES WILL BE

IF ALL OF MEXICO IS BROUGHT TO ITS KNEES?

(Nexor) DO YOU PREFER THE YANKEES RULING?

YOU FOUGHT WITH DISTINCTION UNDER GENERAL URREA

AT THE SAN JACINTO BRIDGE.

NOW YOU ARE A BANDIT AND AN OUTLAW.

ALL RIGHT.

WE'LL POSTPONE OUR GUERRA CIVIL

BUT ONLY UNTIL THE YANKEES LEAVE.

AND THINGS MUST CHANGE, OR WE'LL TAKE TO THESE MOUNTAINS AGAIN.

WILL YOU FIGHT WITH MEXICO'S ARMY AGAINST THE YANKEES?

YOU HAVE MY WORD.

NOT ENOUGH.

THERE REMAINS A QUESTION OF YOUR TRUE LOYALTY TO MEXICO.

A DEMONSTRATION, PERHAPS, FOR THE BENEFIT OF ALL YOUR FOLLOWERS.

WHAT AM I TRULY, COLONEL?

THE EAGLE

OR THE SNAKE?

OH, YES, THERE IS THE MATTER OF THOSE DESERTERS.

WHO IS THEIR LEADER?

THE SARGENTO, JOHN RILEY.

SARGENTO RILEY.

YOU ARE ALL IRLANDESES?

YES, MOST OF US, SIR.

FREEDOM CAN BE YOURS.

OUR GLORIOUS GENERAL ANTONIO LOPEZ DE SANTA ANNA

OFFER ASYLUM TO ALL YANKEE DESERTERS:

320 ACRES OF LAND

AND THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE CITIZENS OF THE REPUBLIC OF MEXICO.

IN EXCHANGE FOR WHAT, SIR?

OF COURSE, YOU WILL FIGHT FOR OUR FLAG.

SIR, ALL WE NEED IS THE CHANCE TO MAKE FOR VERACRUZ.

IMPOSSIBLE.

THE YANKEES ARE SAILING DOWN THE COAST, BLOCKADING EVERY SEAPORT.

YOU WILL BE CAPTURED.

WELL, I'LL NOT SPEAK FOR THE FATE OF OTHER MEN.

OF COURSE.

I'LL GIVE YOU TIME TO DISCUSS THIS.

FIRST THING IN THE MORNING.

[rooster crowing]

(Riley) GET UP! GET UP!

WELL, YOU HEARD THE MAN.

THE LOGIC IS DEADLY.

FREEDOM IF WE JOIN THEIR RANK.

WE'VE HEARD THAT TUNE BEFORE.

PIPING US OFF THE BOAT IN NEW ORLEANS.

JOIN THE ARMY AND BECOME AN AMERICAN CITIZEN.

GOT STUNG BY THE LASH INSTEAD.

IT'S A SORRY SOIL, ALL RIGHT.

[Seamus scoffs] ALL BURNED BY THE SUN.

NOT LIKE THE EMERALD ISLE AT ALL, AT ALL.

IT'S THE PEOPLE, JOHN. THE PEOPLE.

THEY'RE NO DIFFERENT TO THE ONES IN ME OWN COUNTY MAYO.

THEIR RELIGION, JA, IT IS THE SAME AS US.

BUT WOULD YOU BEAR ARMS AGAINST YOUR OWN TROOPS?

OUR TROOPS?

ARE YOU ALL SO THICK YOU DON'T SEE THE DIFFERENCE

BETWEEN BEING A DESERTER AND BEING A TRAITOR?

TRAITOR TO WHAT?

"THIS ABOVE ALL

TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE."

[tin can clanking]

MAYBE THERE'S STILL A WAY THEY'D TAKE US BACK.

I'D RATHER DIE THAN LET THOSE BASTARDS PUT THE LASH TO MY BACK AGAIN.

ME, TOO.

I'VE BEEN SOLDIERING MY WHOLE LIFE

AND I ALWAYS KNEW I WAS GONNA DIE IN BATTLE

FIGHTING UNDER ONE FLAG OR THE OTHER.

BUT NOW I SAY,

WHEN I DIE,

I GONNA DIE FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM.

I'M IN.

I'LL STAY AND FIGHT.

WELL, ANYONE OPPOSED?

YOU CAN'T DESERT YOUR MEN, SARGE.

YOU CAN'T GO BACK AND LEAVE US.

YOU'RE OUR LEADER.

CORPORAL KENNEALLY.

COLUMN OF 2s!

ALL RIGHT, MEN, LINE UP LIKE 2 ROWS OF CORN.

[soldier yelling]

(Brian) WHAT'S YOUR NAME? FRANCIS FITZGERALD, SIR.

CAN YOU WRITE, FRANCIS? I CAN INDEED, SIR.

LOOK AT THAT LINE, JOHN.

(Brian) COMING FROM ALL OVER THE U.S. OF A

LIKE GOD'S REVENGE.

WE'LL SOON BE AT FULL BATTALION STRENGTH.

WELL, YOU CAN MEASURE THEM IN POUNDS OF MEAT

TILL THEY'RE PROPERLY TRAINED.

ATTENTION!

YOU'RE IN THE SAN PATRICIOS NOW!

SALUTE YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER,

LIEUTENANT JOHN RILEY HIMSELF.

MEET FRANCIS FITZGERALD.

FRESH OFF THE BOAT FROM COUNTY CORK,

STRAIGHT INTO THE BLUE, AND NOW WITH US.

TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU, LAD.

AND THE REMAINDER OF THE DAY TO YOU, SIR. THANK YOU.

ALL RIGHT, FRANCIS.

MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE QUARTERMASTER'S OFFICE,

GET YOURSELF A UNIFORM AND SOME FOOD.

DISMISSED.

[horse neighing]

LEAVE THE PEN.

YES, SIR. SORRY, SIR.

NEXT MAN. MOVE THAT LINE.

NAME? JOHN DALY.

CAN YOU WRITE, JOHN? NO, SIR.

CAN YOU FIGHT? YES, SIR.

GOOD MAN. DISMISSED.

SIR.

GET ON WITH YOU, JOHN DALY.

NEXT MAN.

NAME?

PETER O'NEIL, SIR.

WHERE YOU FROM, PETER? CLARE, SIR.

JESUS, COUNTY CLARE.

ALL RIGHT, PETER, DISMISSED.

SALUTE.

[soldier shouting orders]

ED McKINNEY.

GOOD MAN, ED.

CARRY ON, BRIAN. SIR.

[soldier commanding in Spanish]

[crickets chirping]

(Scout John) EVENING, COLONEL LACEY.

(Lacey) GET SOME REST, JOHN.

[Taylor chattering]

NOW, THIS 3RD FORCE IS VITAL.

YOU MUST TAKE THE BISHOP'S PALACE

TO CUT OFF THE SALTILLO ROAD.

(Taylor) YOU JUST COME OFF THE SCOUT? YES, SIR.

THEY SEEM TO BE EXPECTING US AT THE NORTH GATE.

NEW GUNS IN PLACE. A WHOLE BATTALION.

REGULARS? NO, SIR. VOLUNTEERS.

THEY CALL THEMSELVES THE SAN PATRICIOS.

OUR OWN IRISH DESERTERS?

MOSTLY.

SIR, I HAVE SCOUTS WITHIN THEIR BREASTWORKS.

I COULD GET A MESSAGE TO THEIR LEADER, JOHN RILEY,

THE BEST SERGEANT I EVER SOLDIERED WITH.

AND TELL HIM WHAT?

THAT YOU COULD SET THINGS RIGHT.

COMPANY PUNISHMENT,

MAYBE REDUCED IN RANK AND A NEW START IF THEY TURN ABOUT.

THE DESERTION RATE AS CAUSED BY SEX, SAINTS, AND SADISM

IS WHITTLING THIS ARMY DOWN, SON.

IT DOESN'T PAY TO PONDER THE RIGHT OR WRONG OF IT.

YESTERDAY'S A COULD'VE-BEEN.

WE'RE GONNA HAVE US A THUNDEROUS GONNA-BE TOMORROW.

[clears throat]

STAND EASY.

FRANCIS, IS IT?

YES, SIR. FITZGERALD, SIR.

[soldier yelling]

AND COUNTY CLARE, UH...

PETER O'NEIL, SIR.

RIGHT. IT IS GONNA TAKE ME A WHILE TO LEARN ALL THE NAMES.

UH, SERGEANT DALY HERE INFORMS ME THAT ONE OF YOU HAVE EXPERIENCE IN ARTILLERY.

YES, SIR, OUR COMRADE HERE, JAMES KELLEY.

YES, SIR. I WAS WITH HER MAJESTY'S ROYAL ARTILLERY, SIR.

OH, A GOOD EXPERIENCE THAT.

HOWEVER, WE HAVE NO ROYALS HERE NOW.

NO, SIR.

(Riley) WE SERVE A REPUBLIC.

YOU, THE BIG FELLOW, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

McFADDEN, SIR.

DALY, HE'S A BIG ONE. PUT HIM ON THE RAMROD.

[horses neighing]

ALL RIGHT, LADS, LOOK SMART TODAY.

DON'T LET ME DOWN.

CARRY ON.

[praying in Spanish]

YOUR PRESIDENT,

SAVIOR OF THE REPUBLIC,

LOOKS FORWARD TO THIS DAY

AND THE FIRST VICTORY OF MEXICO!

(all) VIVA MEXICO!

CORTINA AND HIS LANCERS WILL PROTECT THE FLANK.

YOUR CANNONS WILL DESTROY THOSE OF THE ENEMY WHO SURVIVE.

GENERAL AMPUDIA AND THE PEOPLE OF MONTERREY SALUTE YOU!

GOD BLESS US ALL.

SHAKE IT LOOSE, MAN. SHOW IT TO THE HEAVENS.

VIVA LOS SAN PATRICIOS!

[all cheering]

McDOUGHERTY, CAN YOU RAISE THIS BANNER HIGH?

NO BETTER MAN, SIR.

[shouting]

I'M GONNA SHOW YOU HOW TO WAVE A FLAG, BOYS.

[men cheering]

♪♪[trumpets playing]

CANNONEERS!

WE FIGHT UNDER OUR OWN FLAG NOW!

WHEN THE YANK INFANTRY CLOSES,

WE'LL GIVE THEM BLIZZARDS OF GRAPESHOT!

GIVE THEM THE BLIZZARD!

(all) BLIZZARD!

(Riley) ROUND SHOT!

(all) ROUND SHOT!

♪♪[drums beating]

RANGE, 600!

[soldier shouting]

WICK THEM!

(soldiers) WICK THEM!

[screaming]

♪♪[trumpet blowing]

[horses neighing]

(Grzbalski) FIRE!

[soldiers screaming]

LOAD YOUR GUNS AND POINT THEM OUT THERE!

♪♪[trumpet blowing]

[soldiers screaming]

BLIZZARD! GIVE THEM BLIZZARD! FIRE!

FIRE!

GIVE THEM THE BLIZZARD!

[soldiers clamoring]

BASTARDS!

RETREAT!

(Riley) KENNEALLY, PULL THEM BACK INTO THE CITADEL!

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

WITHDRAW! WITHDRAW!

PADDY. PADDY.

I'VE GOT YOU, BOY.

(Seamus) WATCH THE FLAG.

[men chattering]

(Riley) SERGEANT DALY, SET UP RETURN FIRE.

O'NEIL, McKINNEY, GET IT OUT!

YOU 2, LONG MUSKETS.

IT'S LOADED?

I SHOULD BLOODY HOPE SO, SIR.

(Brian) JOHN, JOHN!

IF WE CAN GET TO THE CANNON,

WE'LL RAIN HELL ON THE BASTARDS.

ALL RIGHT, THEN, LADS, WE MAKE FOR THE CITADEL!

KENNEALLY, GET THE LADS UP THERE!

YOU HEARD THE MAN! MOVE OUT!

(Riley) JOHN DALY,

COVER OUR BACKS AS LONG AS YOU CAN

THEN WITHDRAW TO THE CITADEL!

YES, SIR!

PADDY, COME ON!

[soldiers clamoring]

(Kenneally) GO, GO!

THIS WAY!

(Riley) QUIET, BOYS! QUIET, LADS!

[screaming]

McDOUGHERTY, GRZBALSKI, OPEN THE DOOR!

YES, SIR.

[both grunting]

YOU AND McDOUGHERTY STAND GUARD. GO, GO, GO!

[soldiers chattering]

(soldier) TURN IT AROUND!

♪♪[trumpet blowing]

♪♪[bell tolling]

[soldier yelling]

[birds chirping]

LACEY, TELL HIM.

GENERAL DE AMPUDIA, GENERAL TAYLOR DOES NOT WANT YOUR SWORD.

THIS IS A TRUCE, NOT YOUR DEFEAT.

IT'S A ROTTEN WAR, GENERAL AMPUDIA.

YOU MADE A GREAT STAND.

YOU'RE A MAN OF GREAT HONOR, SIR.

WHY DO YOU INVADE MY COUNTRY?

ORDERS, MAN. YOU UNDERSTAND THAT.

THERE'S MORE THAN FOLKS WHO DON'T COTTON TO PRESIDENT POLK'S SCHEME.

11 CONGRESSMEN ARE ASKING FOR HIS IMPEACHMENT

AND HALF THE NATION'S NEWSPAPERS ARE CALLING FOR AN END TO THE WAR.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS STANDS IN CONGRESS AND SAYS

THE SLAVERS WANT THIS LAND FOR MORE PLANTATIONS.

THERE ARE NO SLAVES IN MEXICO.

FINE.

MEANWHILE, GENERAL AMPUDIA,

YOU MARCH YOUR TROOPS OUT OF THIS CITY

WITH FULL HONORS, WHICH YOU DESERVE.

[soldiers chattering]

(soldier) YOU DIRTY DESERTERS!

[soldiers shouting]

[soldiers screaming] DESERTERS!

GIVE ME THAT GREEN RAG, YOU IRISH TRAITOR!

[soldiers shouting] GET HIM! GET HIM!

THERE HE IS! GET HIM! RILEY!

RILEY!

[soldiers yelling]

CAN'T SLEEP?

NO.

HERE.

WHAT'S THIS?

IT'S A LOVE STORY.

GRACIAS.

BLIZZARD! GIVE THEM BLIZZARD! FIRE!

(Kenneally) FIRE!

[soldiers screaming]

[people chattering]

[gun firing]

[groaning]

(Taylor) WE WHUPPED THEIR BULLOCKSES HERE AT BUENA VISTA.

OLD SANTA ANNA'S HIGH-TAILING TO GET OUT OF HERE, JOHN.

HIGH-TAILING IT DOWN MILES OF DESERT ROAD,

BACK TO SAN LUIS POTOSI, AND I GET THIS FROM SCOTT!

(Lacey) THEY SAY HE'S TAKING THE 5TH INFANTRY, SIR.

HE STOLE 9 FULL REGIMENTS FROM ME.

WHAMSCRADDLED THE PRESIDENT.

HE DEMANDS A REPORT, SIR.

[woman crying]

WELL, WRITE IT DOWN, LACEY.

YOU BE THE COURIER.

FROM NOW ON YOU'LL BE MY LIAISON WITH THAT--

OTHER GENERAL. YES, SIR.

QUOTE.

AS YOU KNOW,

I DEALT THAT BUSHWHACKER SANTA ANNA

A CRIPPLER UP HERE AT BUENA VISTA.

NOW HE'S ON THE RUN BACK TO SAN LUIS POTOSI

TO CONFRONT YOU IN THE SOUTH.

MY DEAR GENERAL SCOTT,

WHEN YOU RETURN TO YOUR KENNEL,

MAY YOUR MOTHER BITE YOU.

WRITE THAT DOWN.

YES, SIR, I WILL.

IN A MORE DELICATE WAY.

(Schultz) 300 KILOMETERS IN 3 WEEKS.

AND THEN THERE WERE THE MOUNTAINS.

SNOW,

3 METERS DEEP IN MANY PLACES.

MEN'S FEET BECAME FROZEN.

WE KNEW THAT NAPOLEON WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE--

SERGEANT ATHLONE.

STAND EASY, LADS.

AT YOUR LEISURE.

GET TO THE COMMISSARY.

TRY TO GET US SOME PROVISIONS.

WE FORCE-MARCH AT DAWN.

THERE YOU ARE, SIR. THANK YOU, FRANCIS.

IT'S A DROP OF THE PURE YOU'D NEED THIS NIGHT.

THAT WOULD BE LOVELY.

[horse neighing]

DAWN'S AT 5:00, LAD.

WE'LL BE READY.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT I MISS?

DANCING ON THIS RESTFUL DESERT AIR.

THE SOUND OF A GOOD TUNE ON THE PIPE.

(Brian) COME ON, PADDY, GIVE US A BLAST OF SOMETHING.

IT'S TOO DRY TO PIPE.

IT'S FEAR I'M FEELING, BRIAN ATHLONE.

COME ON NOW, LAD.

LOOK IT.

YOU FOUGHT THROUGH THE SMOKE AND THE FIRE

LIKE YOUR HEROIC ANCESTOR KINGS, BOY.

AND LOST THE DAY THE SAME.

(Kenneally) MORE DAYS THAN ONE.

WE FOUGHT THEM TO A STAND-OFF AT MONTERREY,

RAN FROM SALTILLO,

AND THEN 20,000 MEXICAN TROOPS GO

UP AGAINST TAYLOR'S 7,000 AT BUENA VISTA,

AND SANTA ANNA HAS TO CUT AND RUN.

THAT GENERAL'S GOT HIMSELF A BAD HABIT OF LOSING.

BRIAN,

WHAT RILEY SAID BACK THERE

BEFORE HE HAMMERED THE DOOR SHUT.

THERE'S A DIFFERENCE, HE SAID

BETWEEN DESERTER AND TRAITOR.

(Grzbalski) ALL THE SAME TO U.S. ARMY.

MAKE NO DIFFERENCE WHAT THEY CALL US.

THEY CATCH US...

[mocking]

SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT.

(Grzbalski) GALLOWS, GALLOWS.

GALLOWS, IS IT?

IS THAT WHERE IT ALL ENDS? TAKE IT EASY, PADDY.

AT THE END OF A ROPE!

THERE'S A FINAL TUNE TO PIPE.

(Paddy) AN OLD IRISH SONG FOR THE LIKE OF US!

WITH THE ULTIMATE IRISH JIG, WITH OUR CLODHOPPERS DRUMMING,

AND THE DEVIL'S TATTOO IN THE AIR AS WE SWING!

[groaning]

ENOUGH!

(Riley) McDOUGHERTY, GRZBALSKI, STOP THEM!

[all yelling]

GET UP, YOU.

EASY, EASY. EASY, PADDY. EASY.

WELL,

I'M HAPPY TO SEE THAT THERE'S STILL PLENTY OF FIGHT IN YOU

BUT I'D BE SAVING IT FOR THE ENEMY.

BEGGING YOUR PARDON, SIR,

BUT COULD YOU TELL US WHERE THE ENEMY ENDS AND OUR FRIENDS BEGIN?

MEXICO IS OUR FRIENDS.

LOOK, THEY GAVE US A COUNTRY TO FIGHT FOR.

LAND TO FARM.

LOOK ABOUT YOU, MAN.

[grunting]

IF YOU CAN FORGIVE AN IRISHMAN NOW FOR QUOTING AN ENGLISHMAN,

THERE'S ALWAYS A BIT OF COMFORT, LADS,

EVEN FOR SATAN HIMSELF.

JOHN MILTON PAINTS THIS PICTURE OF HELL, YOU SEE.

(Brian) AN ENVIRONMENT MUCH LIKE WHAT IS ABOUT US HERE.

AND THE DEVIL, NEWLY BANISHED FROM HEAVEN

SLOWLY REARING UP TO LOOK AT THE DESOLATION OF HIS NEW DOMAIN.

WHAT DOES HE SAY?

"THE MIND IS ITS OWN PLACE

"AND OF ITSELF

"CAN MAKE A HELL OF HEAVEN

A HEAVEN OF HELL."

HERE.

AIN'T THAT THE HELL OF IT?

RIGHT YOU ARE, PADDY.

(Seamus) BACK IN IRELAND, IT WAS RAIN, RAIN, RAIN.

OVER HERE IT'S SUN, SAND, AND NO BLOODY RAIN.

IN POLAND THERE IS NO SUN.

WHAT ABOUT SAND?

NO SAND, EITHER.

AND YOU'RE COMPLAINING?

WE CAMP AHEAD!

FITZGERALD, WHEN DO YOU THINK WE'LL MAKE IT HOME?

DON'T YOU WORRY YOURSELF, PADDY,

WE'LL BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS.

PADRE VARGA.

I'M GLAD TO SEE YOU'RE ALIVE, JOHN RILEY.

I COULD HAVE TOLD MARTA WHEN SHE WAS LOOKING FOR YOU.

MARTA? WHERE IS SHE?

SHE WAS AT MONTERREY DURING THE BATTLE,

BUT WHEN I SEARCHED FOR HER LATER,

SHE WAS GONE WITH THE OTHERS.

CORTINA? GONE, TOO.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, JOHN?

I'M GOING TO FIND CORTINA.

HE'LL KNOW IF SHE'S ALIVE.

YOU CAN'T RUN OFF, MAN. THE BATTALION.

TELL KENNEALLY TO ASSUME MY DUTIES UNTIL I RETURN.

WHERE WILL WE MEET UP WITH YOU?

CHURUBUSCO. WHERE?

CHURUBUSCO. THE AZTEC NAME FOR "PLACE OF THE WAR GODS."

WELL, THAT'S A SPLENDID IRONY, IF THERE EVER WAS ONE.

RIGHT, THEN, I'LL MEET YOU THERE.

[crickets chirping]

♪♪[soldiers singing]

[horse neighing]

(soldiers) ♪♪ ...HAVE A SWEETHEART BUT NOW I'VE GOT NONE ♪♪

[horse nickering]

♪♪ SINCE SHE'S GONE AND LEFT ME I CARE NOT FOR ONE ♪♪

♪♪ SINCE SHE'S GONE AND LEFT ME ♪♪

♪♪ CONTENDED I'LL BE ♪♪

♪♪ FOR SHE LOVES ANOTHER ONE ♪♪

♪♪ BETTER THAN ME ♪♪

MY MEN.

MY BRAVE MEN DEAD.

ALL DEAD DEFENDING YOUR FLANKS!

WHERE'S MARTA?

YOU WANT HER TO DESERT WITH YOU?

WHERE'S MARTA?

MY MARTA?

[grunting]

[both groaning]

[laughing]

OH, RILEY, IF YOU HADN'T COME ALONG...

[grunting]

[both panting]

IF?

MARTA IS AT PESADUMBRE, HER VILLAGE.

YOU KNOW WHAT "PESADUMBRE" MEANS?

REGRET.

[coughing]

LET ME TELL YOU ONE THING, SERGEANT.

IT'S IN THE NATURE OF MAN TO FIGHT FOR A REASON.

SOMEHOW I JUST RAN OUT OF THEM.

I'M SURE YOU'LL INVENT ONE.

LIKE PATRIOTISM?

LET ME TELL YOU ANOTHER THING.

YOU'LL SEE,

IN THE END THERE IS ONLY THE DARKNESS.

IT DRAINS THE GLORIOUS COLOR OF ALL BANNERS.

IN THE DUST ALL BATTLE FLAGS ARE GRAY.

AYE.

YOU KNOW,

I'VE GOT THIS WEE FEELING

THAT IT'S NOT OVER BETWEEN YOU AND ME YET.

FOR WHAT? FOR MARTA?

WHY NOT?

AFTER ALL, SHE'S THE WOMAN OF ALL WOMEN.

WHAT IS SHE TO YOU?

MEXICO.

[whistling]

OH, YOU BASTARD.

WHAT'S FAIR ABOUT WOMEN AND WAR?

WATER YOUR HORSE. WE HAVE A LONG RIDE.

[horses neighing]

PESADUMBRE?

PESADUMBRE.

[speaking Spanish]

[people screaming]

[screaming]

NO!

[horses neighing]

NO!

NO!

NO!

[grunting]

[screaming]

MARTA!

MARTA! MARTA!

COME ON, TRAITOR!

[gun clicking]

HELP ME.

[people shouting]

[grunting]

GET AWAY FROM ME!

[choking]

[bone crunching]

[groans]

[people coughing]

[man yelling]

[woman crying]

[coughing]

[horse snorting]

[people chattering]

YOU'RE GOING.

COME WITH ME.

I HAVE MY PEOPLE TO THINK OF.

AND I HAVE MY BOYS, TOO.

WILL IT EVER END?

[sighing] I DON'T KNOW.

I LOVE YOU, MARTA.

I LOVE YOU.

NO.

DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

IT'S CORTINA THEN?

[sniffing]

YOU MUST UNDERSTAND THE WAY THINGS ARE.

AND HE MUST, TOO.

HE IS SOMEWHERE ALONE UP IN THOSE HILLS.

AYE, HIDING.

NO. NO, HE WILL FIGHT AGAIN WHEN THE TIME COMES.

THE WAR'S LOST, MARTA.

MEXICO WILL LIVE ON.

YOU MUST KNOW WHAT CORTINA MEANS TO US.

HE SITS IN THOSE HILLS LIKE THE CONSCIENCE OF OUR PEOPLE.

IN THE END,

IT IS JUSTICE THAT HE WANTS

FOR ALL OF US.

AND FOR YOU?

A WOMAN SHOULD BE PROUD OF HIM.

AND SERVE HIM LIKE A COMMON SLAVE.

LIKE ME OWN MOTHER

SERVED HER HIGH-BORN BRITISH MASTERS

TILL SHE DROPPED DEAD IN HER TRACES.

DROVE ME TO AMERICA, IT DID,

SWEARING I'D BE NO MAN'S SLAVE, NOR NO MAN'S MASTER.

ESPECIALLY FOR A WIFE.

OH, PLEASE, MARTA.

PLEASE.

PLEASE.

NOT TILL IT'S ALL OVER, JOHN RILEY.

WE MUST WAIT.

DON'T YOU SEE?

RIGHT, THEN.

[crickets chirping]

FELDWEBEL.

MAYBE YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY THAT INFANTRY LOSES EVERY BATTLE.

THIS IS WHY.

THE CHARGE IS TOO HEAVY.

TOO BIG FOR THE MUSKET BORE, JA.

SO THAT'S WHY THOSE BRAVE SOLDIERS

CAN'T HIT A COW FROM ITS OWN MILK STOOL.

KICK SO HARD, THEY CAN'T AIM RIGHT.

[speaking German]

BESIDES, THE BREECHES BLOW, LOTS OF THEM.

OR THERE'S NOT ENOUGH POWDER

AND THEY GET THE FLASH IN THE PANS.

YEAH, YEAH.

YOU MEAN WE'RE GONNA LOSE AGAIN?

WE, ATHLONE?

WE, CITIZENS OF MEXICO.

WE ARE FIGHTING IN THEIR ARMY.

WHY DON'T YOU TELL THAT TO THE TROOPS

THAT CAPTURE US IF WE LOSE HERE AT CHURUBUSCO?

BEGGING THE CAPTAIN'S PARDON,

WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS THAT OUR LINES WILL NOT HOLD

AND, CONSEQUENTLY, WE ARE DOOMED?

PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'VE MISUNDERSTOOD, CAPTAIN.

THANK YOU.

UND NOW?

AND NOW, SCHULTZ,

WE GO AND TALK TO THE BOYS. COME ON.

(Riley) WELL, LADS

YOU ALL KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING TOMORROW.

DEFEND THE CHURUBUSCO BRIDGE UNDER THE GREEN FLAG.

BLIZZARDS OF GRAPES, JOHN RILEY.

WE'LL GIVE THEM BLIZZARDS.

THAT'S RIGHT, PADDY.

YOU ALL KNOW WHAT WE'LL GET IF WE'RE CAPTURED.

AND SO THERE'S A DECISION TO BE MADE.

SURE, LIKE THERE WAS IN IRELAND.

THERE IS ONE.

WE STAND AND DIE.

LIVE, MAYBE, AND FACE THE CHARGES OF DESERTION

OR WE GET OUT OF HERE IN THE NIGHT.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, THERE'S A COUNTRY TO FIGHT FOR HERE.

YOU'RE SAYING WE'LL LOSE AGAIN.

WHAT I'M SAYING IS IT'LL BE THE SAME

AS MONTERREY AND BUENA VISTA.

SO I'LL NOT HOLD IT AGAINST YOU

IF YOU TAKE TO THE MOUNTAINS OR MEXICO CITY.

THE PEOPLE'LL HIDE YOU, YOU KNOW THAT.

AND THERE'S THE CHOICE.

WELL?

WE'LL BE WITH YOU, CAPTAIN.

WE'LL FIGHT TILL WE WIN, JOHN RILEY.

LEAD ON, FELDWEBEL.

I SUPPOSE A PRAYER WOULDN'T GO AMISS.

AYE. THAT'D BE GRAND, BRIAN.

ALL RIGHT THEN.

UM,

NOT A PRAYER,

BUT A THING A GREAT ROMAN SAID

MANY YEARS AGO, BACK IN HISTORY.

MARCUS AURELIUS, IT WAS.

"SAY TO YOURSELF AS A ROMAN

"AND AS A MAN

"TO DO WHAT YOU MUST

"WITH A PERFECT AND SIMPLE DIGNITY,

"WITH A FEELING OF FREEDOM

"AND AFFECTION

"AND JUSTICE.

"AND GIVE YOURSELF RELIEF

FROM ALL OTHER THOUGHTS."

AND YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT US TO BELIEVE

THAT A ROMAN SAID THAT?

IT MUST HAVE BEEN AN IRISHMAN, BORN AND BRED.

[all laughing]

OH, JESUS.

[soldier yelling in Spanish]

♪♪[drums beating]

READY ON THE LINE!

JOHN RILEY.

PUT THE MEN AT EASE, BRIAN ATHLONE.

STAND EASY, GENTLEMEN!

WE HAVE SOME TIME AS YET

BEFORE THE CURTAIN RISES ON THIS DRAMATIC MATINEE!

SO RELAX, LADS.

[soldier shouting in Spanish]

BRIAN, THE BOOK.

DOES HE GET THE GIRL IN THE END?

OF COURSE HE DOES.

GOOD.

♪♪[trumpets blowing]

[horses neighing]

IT'S TIME, LADS.

ASSEMBLY, PREPARE TO FIRE!

(soldier #1) MAN YOUR GUNS.

STEADY ON, BOYS.

(soldier #2) HALT.

[soldiers chattering]

[soldiers yelling]

(Riley) STEADY.

HELP US, GOD.

BLIZZARDS!

(all) BLIZZARDS!

WICK THEM!

FIRE!

[soldiers screaming]

(Grzbalski) FIRE!

RANGE, 17! GRAPESHOT!

SIR!

[inaudible]

DIRECT YOUR CANNONS ON THAT BRIDGE!

MOVE IT ON, CORPORAL. FUEGO!

FUEGO!

COME ON!

[groaning]

[screaming]

[bell tolling]

OH, JESUS, PADDY!

FORGET THE BLOODY FLAG, MAN!

[explosions]

GET BACK! GET BACK, JOHN RILEY!

[gasps]

[gasping]

LET'S GET THEM INSIDE! COME ON, INSIDE!

PADDY! PADDY.

HE'S GONE, SIR. HE'S GONE.

(Riley) PADDY!

(soldier) FIRE!

[gate opening]

[sighing]

COLONEL.

THEY APPOINT A DECENT JUDGE ADVOCATE TO REPRESENT YOU.

SURE. HE'S BEEN TELLING ALL THE MEN TO SAY THEY WERE DRUNK

CAPTURED BY THE MEXICANS.

THIS GIVES THEM THE HOPE THAT THEY'LL COME OUT WITH THEIR SKINS.

NON COMPOS, YOU KNOW.

AND THAT WORKS WELL FOR YOUR ARMY, TOO.

KEEPS THEM FROM TELLING ABOUT THEIR MISTREATMENTS.

AND YOU? WHAT ABOUT ME?

WHY DID YOU DESERT?

I SET OUT TO GET MY MEN FREE AND INTENDED TO COME BACK.

ABSENT WITHOUT LEAVE IS NOT DESERTION.

BUT YOU KEPT GOING.

[sighing]

SIR.

DO YOU EVER PUZZLE WHERE YOUR LOYALTY LIES AT THE END OF IT?

IS IT THE COUNTRY, THE FLAG?

I'M WEARING CAPTAIN'S EPAULETS

BUT WAY DOWN DEEP, YOU KNOW, I'M STILL AN OLD SERGEANT.

AND I HAD TO PROTECT MY MEN.

THERE ARE PROTESTS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD

THAT THE SAINT PATS SHOULD NOT BE TRIED AS TRAITORS.

COLONEL.

IT'S NOT MESELF I'M THINKING OF, IT'S THE MEN.

MOST OF THEM ARE NOT CITIZENS OF THE U.S. OF A.

PROMISED, BUT NOT DELIVERED.

LEGALLY, THEY'RE BRITISH.

ME, I'M A CITIZEN OF YOUR COUNTRY.

I JOINED A WARRING FORCE,

AND I'M READY FOR WHATEVER THEY DISH OUT.

[sighing]

BUT MY MEN, MY BOYS...

'TIS NOT JUST, COLONEL.

IT'S NOT RIGHT, COLONEL!

IT'S NOT JUST!

[door closing]

GENERAL SCOTT.

AH, LACEY.

EXCELLENT BRANDY.

I'M GLAD TO SEE THE MEXICANS HAVE DISCOVERED

A TASTE FOR THE REAL NAPOLEON.

HAVE A SNIFTER.

NO, THANK YOU, SIR.

THE FATE OF THESE RENEGADES DISTURBS YOU, DOES IT NOT?

RILEY WAS THE BEST SOLDIER IN MY COMMAND, SIR.

HE IS A DESERTER FROM THE UNITED STATES ARMY.

HE DID NOT DESERT HIS MEN.

PITY HE DIDN'T.

EXAMPLES HAVE TO BE MADE.

CLEAN UP THE MESS THAT BATTLES LEAVE BEHIND.

BE FIRM IN LAYING OUT THE LEX TERRAE,

THE LAW OF THE LAND.

BUT THE SAN PATRICIOS ARE HEROES TO THE MEXICAN PEOPLE.

THEIR GOVERNMENT CONSIDERS THEM CITIZENS OF THEIR COUNTRY.

THEIR LAW OF THE LAND IS NOT OURS, GENERAL.

THIS TRIAL COULD MAKE THEM FEEL

AS IF OURS IS MERELY LEX TALIONIS.

RETALIATION BE DAMNED.

IT'S OUR ARMY THAT CONCERNS ME!

EXAMPLES MUST BE MADE TO STOP THESE WHOLESALE DESERTIONS

AND THESE MEN ARE PERFECT FOR THE JOB.

CAN THERE BE A FAIR TRIAL, SIR?

RIGHT.

A FAIR TRIAL AND SPEEDY PUNISHMENT.

THOSE WHO LEFT AFTER THE WAR BEGAN

WILL BE HUNG.

AND THOSE THAT FLED BEFORE THE WAR?

THE LASH, BRANDING.

IT'S ALL IN THE BOOK OF MILITARY LAW.

AND RILEY, SIR? WHAT ABOUT HIM?

THE ARMY IS BEGGING FOR JOHN RILEY'S DEATH.

BUT I WOULD RATHER MARCH HOME RIGHT NOW

AND LOSE THE WAR, THAN FAULT THE LAW BY HANGING HIM.

RILEY MAY SURVIVE THE LASH

AND HE WILL WITNESS THE EXECUTIONS.

IF MEXICO SURRENDERED RIGHT NOW,

I COULD SHOW SOME LENIENCY.

BUT THEY WON'T

AND I WILL NOT RUIN THE MORALE OF MY ARMY.

THAT WILL BE ALL, COLONEL.

(lasher) 39!

[whip cracking]

40!

[Riley groaning]

41!

42!

43!

44!

45!

UP, MAN. GET UP.

46!

(lasher) 47!

48!

HEAVEN LIKE HELL.

49! ATHLONE.

[groaning]

50!

RILEY? CAN YOU HEAR ME, RILEY?

BY ORDER OF THE COURT, IN ADDITION TO THE LASHING

YOU ARE TO BE BRANDED WITH THE LETTER "D" FOR DESERTION.

NEAR THE EYE, BUT WITHOUT IMPAIRING THE SIGHT.

COMMENCE.

QUICKLY, MAN. HE HAS TO BE CONSCIOUS.

DO IT!

[screaming]

[Riley crying]

YOU IDIOT, IT'S UPSIDE DOWN.

DO IT RIGHT!

HOLD HIM.

I'LL KEEP BRANDING HIM UNTIL I GET ONE GOOD, PLAIN "D".

[screaming]

BASTARDS!

[footsteps approaching]

I MUST OFFICIALLY PROTEST

THE EXECUTION OF THE REMAINING SAN PATRICIOS.

WE ADVANCE ON CHAPULTEPEC CASTLE.

SOON

MEXICO CITY WILL BE OURS.

YOUR GOVERNMENT IS HARDLY IN A POSITION TO MAKE DEMANDS.

THESE MEN ARE PRISONERS OF WAR.

THEY ARE CITIZENS OF MEXICO.

ANY FURTHER HANGINGS

WILL BE CONSIDERED BY MY GOVERNMENT AND THE REST OF THE WORLD

AS AN ACT OF CRUEL BARBARISM.

IT IS NOT WITHIN MY POWER TO CHANGE THOSE VERDICTS, BRIGADIER.

AND IT'S TOO LATE.

THE FINAL ASSAULT HAS BEGUN.

WHERE AND WHEN

WILL THE EXECUTION TAKE PLACE?

MIXCOAC.

THE SCAFFOLDING IS ON THE RISE.

THE CONDEMNED MEN WILL BE PLACED IN THOSE NOOSES

WHERE THEY CAN SEE OUR STORMING OF CHAPULTEPEC CASTLE.

THE PROVOST MARSHALL WILL ENSURE THAT THEIR FACES ARE TURNED

TO THE MEXICAN SNAKE AND EAGLE FLAG AS IT COMES DOWN

AND THE AMERICAN FLAG GOES UP.

THEIR LAST SIGHT

WILL BE OF THAT SYMBOL.

VERY WELL.

MY GOVERNMENT INFORMS YOU

THAT THIS PUNISHMENT

WILL BE A DEMONSTRATION OF HORRIBLE TORMENTS,

IMPROPER OF THIS CIVILIZED AGE

FOR A COUNTRY THAT ASPIRES

TO THE TITLE OF "ILLUSTRIOUS" AND "HUMANE."

DULY RECORDED, SIR.

IS THAT ALL?

SI, BRIGADIER.

THAT IS ALL.

♪♪[bell tolling]

[horses neighing]

[groaning]

[Fitzgerald praying in Gaelic]

ENOUGH OF THAT OLD LANGUAGE.

THEY BREACH.

(soldier) THEY ARE BREACHING THE WALL, SIR.

[groaning]

STEADY ON THE LINE, BOYOS!

STRAIGHTEN UP, MEN.

WE'RE STILL THE SOLDIERS OF SAINT PATRICK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, SARGE.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, BOYS.

G...

GIVE THEM BLIZZARDS!

(all) BLIZZARDS!

♪♪[bell tolling]

[horse nickering]

I BROUGHT YOU GOOD NEWS, JOHN RILEY.

THE ARMY LEAVES MEXICO TOMORROW.

DAMN IT, MAN, YOU'LL BE FREE AGAIN.

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN FREE, COLONEL.

[Riley grunting]

[speaking Spanish]

[horses neighing]

YOU'RE MOVING NORTH.

WHERE? BACK TO THE GRINGOS?

PESADUMBRE.

SHE'S NOT THERE.

I'LL FIND HER OR HER GRAVE.

WHAT ABOUT YOURS?

[speaking Spanish]

THIS I RLANDES S AID A THING ABOUT YOU, MARTA.

THAT TO HIM, YOU ARE MEXICO.

IF THAT'S TRUE, YOU BETTER SURVIVE.

[speaking Spanish]

(male narrator) THE STORY OF JOHN RILEY

AND THE SAN PATRICIO BATTALION IS TRUE.

ON EVERY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, MEXICO AND IRELAND CELEBRATE THEIR BRAVERY.

WHAT WAS A GLORIOUS VICTORY FOR THE UNITED STATES

WAS A DISASTROUS DEFEAT FOR MEXICO

THAT LOST FOREVER OVER HALF OF ITS TERRITORY TO THE NORTHERN INVADER.

GENERAL SCOTT WON THE WAR BUT LOST THE PRESIDENCY HE HUNGERED FOR.

AND GENERAL TAYLOR, WHO ONLY WANTED PEACE

AND TO RETURN TO HIS PLANTATION

WAS MADE PRESIDENT INSTEAD.

THE LAST HISTORICAL RECORD OF JOHN RILEY DATES FROM 1850

WHEN HE MUSTERED OUT OF THE MEXICAN ARMY.

IT IS BELIEVED THAT HE MARRIED

AND DISAPPEARED INTO THE MOUNTAINS OF MEXICO

FOREVER.