All language subtitles for Land.And.Freedom.1995.1080p.BluRay.x264

Wouldn't be on the first floor,
would it?

Ambulance!

Yeah. Yeah, here you are, love.
In there.

It's the old fella.

He's collapsed on the couch.

Let's have a look at him, eh?

This is his grand-daughter.

You were here when this happened,
were you?

Yeah, I just come in
and found him on the couch.

What's his name?

- Dave Carr.
- Dave!

Dave!

Is he gonna be all right?

Dave? Dave?

No response there, Dave.

No response, yeah...

How's he doing, love?

He's okay at the moment so let's
just keep our fingers crossed.

Does he have any other
close relatives at all?

There's my mum. She lives in Wales,

so, I mean,
she doesn't see him often.

Her and me dad have split up.

Paul, make the hospital.
He's just gone on us, mate.

Oh, God! Have we lost him?
Oh, God, Dot!

It's all right...

(The Miner
MORE PIT CLOSURES)

(The Socialist
LABOURS' FIFTH COLUMN)

(Evening Express
SPANISH TROOPS REVOLT IN MOROCCO)

(The Daily Worker: ALL INTO ACTION
NOW! DEFEND SPANISH REPUBLIC!)

In February
a coalition of socialist,

republican and
other left wing parties

were victorious
in the general election.

They proposed
a series of democratic reforms.

The big landowners,
industrialists,

churchmen and army officers

feared the growing
power of the working class.

July 18th

There was a military uprising

led by the Fascist General Franco

against the democratically
elected government.

Government supporters formed
militias to defend themselves.

Organised by trades unions
and political parties,

they went to fight
for their democratic rights

against the Fascists.

This, this is... this is the...

one of the militias going to
the Zaragoza front in, in A rag on.

You can see all the cars.

They've got the name of
the workers' organisation...

because
they've all been nationalised,

they've all been taken over
by the workers.

That is the Union of,
of the Railway workers.

This is the CNT...

the anarchists' union.

As you can see...

the support the whole of Barcelona
is on the streets

but with very few guns.

Most people haven't got guns.

You can see young, old, men, women.

These are the fascists.

The General,
the defenders of privilege.

And this is
what they are doing to us.

They are killed and left there...

just for being trade unionists.

Every defeat for us
is a defeat for you.

Every step that takes Franco
closer to power in Spain

also takes the fascists
closer to power here.

If Franco wins the war...

it would be a major boost
for fascists everywhere.

And before long, comrades...

they will drag
all freedom-loving people

down to barbarism and, and war.

Comrades, whether Spanish
or English, or American or Chinese,

we are one class of people
with the same aspiration...

the same hope
for a just and equal society.

I want you to join with us...

make our fight your fight.

Let's come together...

let's come together...

Let's take up the slogan.
Do not pass.

They shall not pass.
Not pass. Not pass.

Not pass.

Not pass.

You've got our support.
We're right behind you.

We wanna fight.

Not pass.

Kit...

I'm going to go to Spain.

What, just like that
you're going to Spain?

Well, not just like that but...

It'll take a while to organise.

I'll go to Barcelona,
sort it out from there.

Why you? Why have you got to go?

Because I can.

I haven't got any kids or nothing.
I mean, you know...

What am I doing here, Kit?

I'm on fifteen bob a week
on the dole.

I'know, there's millions of us,
out of work.

I'm on, you know, demonstrations,
hunger marches just...

I know. I've been there with you.

I know. But I want to do something.

And you can't do it here?

If we've got to do it,
we've got to do it now.

We've got to stop them.

Otherwise it's not,
it's going to be too late, Kit.

We'll have no future here.

I can't spare you.

Come here.

Dear Kit...

Well, I made it.

It was a bit tricky
and the sea was rough.

I was glad to get off that ship.

But Larry, who smuggled me aboard,
turned up trumps.

He got us ashore, in one piece,
at Marseilles...

and put us on the road to Spain.

And then I hitched a lift in
a couple of lorries to the border.

It seems there's no organisation
here to help volunteers like me

you've just got to
make your own way.

With no passport,
crossing the frontier wasn't easy

and I had to walk
across the Pyrenees.

I must have climbed for miles.

My boots are all shot to pieces
and my feet are steaming.

I was scared stiff but we made it.

Would you like to sit down?

Would you like to sit down?

Madam, could you please
move the chickens?

Now I'm in Spain

and everything is so bright
it hurts your eyes.

I've 'copped' the train
for Barcelona.

Maybe I'll see some action.

He said that they could use your
feet as a weapon against Franco.

What do you do here?

Oh, I've come to fight
for the Republic.

Good. The more that
come, the sooner we'll win.

Do you want a drop?

- Thanks.
- Salud!

Thanks.

Smoke? Smoke?

Oh, with pleasure.

My name is Bernard.
Bernard Goujon.

Pleased to meet you. David Carr.

Bernard.

Do you smoke, lads?

Do you have papers, documentation?

Yeah, I've got my Party card.

My Com, Communist Party
of Great Britain membership.

Yeah, I've got it here.

Look, it's like that.

See?

It's for a comrade of the POUM.

The what?

The POUM, P-O-U-M.

- Never heard of that?
- No, never heard of the POUM.

It's Spanish workers' Party.
Revolutionaries.

Tickets, please.

He's with us, boss.

He's come to fight the fascists.

Welcome in Spain.

Thanks very much.

The Trade Union is controlling
all the line.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So it's a present for you.

Oh, don't have to pay?

No, no, don't have to pay.

Thanks very much. Thanks, comrade.

Thanks.

Left, right, left, right...

Halt!

Halt!

Turn to right. Halt!

Turn to right. Halt!

Hey, dickhead. Make up your mind.

Shut up. I'm in charge here.

I'm pissed off with this.

This is important.
Pick it up immediately.

You pick it up. I'm off.

Where are you going, love?

Don't call me "love".

Comrade, comrade...

I am going to Madrid. Understand?

They take things seriously there.

This is vital for the revolution
for both men and women.

We've got to have discipline.
We'll never win without it.

Where are we going going to
get to with this...

This is just the beginning.

I want a gun.

You'll get to fight...

Please trust me...
Get back in the line...

What are you lot gawking at?
Let's have some energy.

I've seen more life in a sick note.

Right! Halt!

In Germany I was a pastry cook.

Pastry...

Yeah, pastry cook.

And you, Gene, what was your job?

Eleven years on the sea. Bosun.

Bosun?

Yes.

I've just spent six days on the sea
and it was not for me.

I was,
went from Liverpool to Marseilles

and I was sick all the time.

So... I'm not a sailor.

I was a servant. A cleaner.

Servant. For an English family.

On the first day everything starts
they went running to England

so they left,
they left me alone in Barcelona.

I'm free
for the first time of my life.

Salud, camaradas.

Thank you, thank you.

You got the weapons?

Yes.

Antiques.

Antiques?

German, Mauser, 1896.

Single load.

How many?

Thirty.

Okay. All right.

Be better using a big stick.

Okay.

Get these off and take them
over there into the 'store place".

When did you learn about guns?

Five years in French Army,
I was sergeant.

Comrade. Where you from?

Italiano. Milano.

Italiano? So you know fascism?

They're bastards.

What?

Do you need some help?

No, I'll do it myself.

Ok, Leona.

Aye, aye, soft ollies.

Are you taking the piss?

Want to change?

Come here!

Sit down. Sit down, please.

Garibaldi, come here.

My name's Rafael Poccetti, Captain.

I know. But I need Garibaldis
more than I need Poccettis.

Sit down, please.

Leona, you also.

Okay.

In the other side of the hill
are the trenches.

Our trenches.

And beyond them is the enemy.

And the only good soldier
in Franco's Army is a dead one.

My name is Vidal
and I'm your Captain.

We are the POUM and we organise
this section of the, of the front.

To the west of us
are the anarchists.

And we fight together,
comrades in arms to defeat,

to destroy the fascists

and make the workers'
and peasants' revolution.

Understand?

Don't forget it.

You are welcome here because
you are my speaking squad English.

Okay?

We are proud to
have you fight with us in our side.

Hey, David... look.

The whores are also at the front.

Yeah, but they're better looking
than the ones back home.

Yeah?

Good morning, Coogan.
Your reinforcements are here now.

I thought it was Sunday.

Dear Kit. Well, I'm a soldier now
with the POUM Militia.

It's a People's Army.

Just ordinary men and women
fighting for a cause,

not like the Army back home.

There's no salutin'.

We elect the officers, and
everything's discussed and voted on.

It's socialism in action.

I'm in a special section.

It's mainly internationals
but some Spanish...

and the common language is English,
so we get by.

An Irishman called Coogan
is in charge.

We're all on the same pay -

ten pesetas a day

which is kept for us for
when we go on leave.

And we also get a packet of fags
a day, which isn't bad.

It's a huge operation,

about twenty thousand militia
on this front alone.

I'm not in the communist brigade,
but it doesn't matter

cos we're all fightining
the same enemy.

Live Franco!

Live Espana!

Fascists bastards. Rot in hell!

Sons of bitches!

Fascists, you've got no balls.

The food here's fuckining brilliant!

The food here's fuckining brilliant!

I'm going to shove a bullet
up your arse.

Hey, rich bastard,
you'll die with nothing.

I'm going to shove
a bullet up your arse!

You must be used to this weather
coming from your godforsaken town.

It never stops fucking raining!

You been, have you?

Yeah, five years, Manchester.

Staring at the poxy rain
through prison bars.

What do you get put down for?

Fighting the Brits.

Murderer...
Murderer of a free nation.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah!

There's all sorts here:

French, German, Yanks,
Spanish of course,

and a Scot by the name of Jimmy.

All good lads.

The front line doesn't seem to move.

We watch the fascists,
and they watch us.

Lots of hanging about
waiting for something to happen.

Digging trenches,
going out on patrol, sentry duty.

But worst of all is the lice.

They're worse
than the nits back home.

They send you mad. They lay their
eggs in the lining of your trousers

and you can't get rid of them.

You're forever scratching.

The food's not great.

It's usually bread and beans
which gives us all a problem...

I could murder
some cabbage and ribs.

The local women do the cooking.

It's strange to see
women in the trenches

fighting alongside the men.

But no need to worry, Kit,

none of them
could hold a candle to you.

Max...

You know what we said the other day
when we came down...

about Blanca being a whore.
You know, a prostitute.

Who? Who?

Who?

You said that Blanca was
a prostitute - a whore!

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Good one.

Good one?

Good one!

Yeah!

You are winding me up.

Everybody knows... except you.

Matte...?

True.

You know, David, Blanca has told me
some stories...

crazy ones. Hard life...

Hard life... hard one!

In fact, Jose can tell you,
you know.

He knows her very well,
you know, because...

She knows how to do it...

she's good and cheap.

Good and cheap, yeah.

Leave him alone.

David, it's the right moment.

Listen, she likes you, I tell you.

Good luck!

All right?

Yeah.

Do you want a cigarette?

No, thanks.

So, I mean, I was just thinking,

if you're not busy
later on, you might want to...

you know, go for a walk with me.

You know...

I don't understand you.

Maybe me and you, you know,
like... with, with Coogan.

When we saw you the other day...

Coogan is my man.

Do you understand?

Yeah. Yes.

Before the war we live together.

We join in the militia together.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, I got...
- We fight together.

Sorry about that.

Sorry. Yeah.
I'll see you later then.

You shower of bastards!

You... I'll have a fucking word
with you in a minute!

Have a nice time?

Have a nice time?
Yes, I did, thank you very much.

Marcel!

- David?
- Look.

Uh?

Fascist prisoners.

- No!
- An officer as well.

How many?

Besides the officer, there's...

Lawrence, Coogan, Jimmy.

I wonder where they found them?

I dunno.

This fucking seAzora
wants a word with you.

Him and his sons,
we found them behind the lines.

Doing a recce or something.
Anyway, they were lost.

At ease.

What's your name, lad?

JosA®.

JosA©?

Are you hungry?

Take them
and get them something to eat, Jim.

And where are you going?

I've some questions for you.

I don't have to answer.

I'm a professional soldier.

Support the government elected
by the people.

It's not a real government.

Very good...

How many soldiers in your command?

Have you got machine-guns?

Artillery?

Do your soldiers obey you?

Of course... we're a real army.

(Daily Worker: FRANCO CLAIMS
MALAGA. MANY KILLED AT MADRID.)

(MADRID HEAVILY BOMBED SHELLS.
CRASH INTO HEART OF CITY.)

(NAZI PLANES FIRE ON CIVILIANS
IN STREETS)

Mail.

- No.
-No?

No. Sorry.

Coogan, over here.

Oh, great.

Pigat...

Are you all right?

- Pigat!
- Pigat!

Pigat!

Pigat!

Where are you going?

What's wrong?

Leave me alone. I want to go home.

What's wrong?

I'm going home, okay?

Why?

I've got things to sort out.

You're crazy...

You can't just leave like this.

I came here willingly and I'll
leave when I feel like it, okay?

No, it's not that easy.

You can't just go when you want to.
There's a discipline here.

My woman's fucking another man.

Who'll sort it out?

You? Vidal?

Okay.

What are you going to do?

String the son of a bitch
up by his balls.

And what good would that do?

Tell me,
what good would that do?

Make me feel better.

Stay here...

with your partners.

I came here for her,
for my daughter,

the future.

You've got a daughter?

She was two last month.

What's her name?

Lidia.

Look... If we don't win this war

there'll be no future for anybody.
Right?

Not for Lidia,
not for your wife,

not you, not me, not anyone.

Do you understand?

The photos will give you some idea
of how cold it was.

But what they don't show is

how the rain turned everything
into freezing mud.

We seemed to spend all our time
searching for firewood,

anything that'd burn
and keep us warm.

This Coogan fella's
a bit of a wild one. Ex-IRA.

He's always first on patrol
and last one back.

He knows what he's doing,
but he does take chances.

His girlfriend's called Blanca.

She's in our section.

She's a bit of a character an' all.
Sharp as a razor.

They're not always
hanging on to one another,

but everyone knows
they're a couple.

The worst thing about being here
is doing nothing.

It seems we're just sitting around

and talking and arguing politics
all the time.

I come all this way
to fight fascists

and I can't get to grips with them.

Still... at last
things are warming up a bit,

not just the weather either.

Tomorrow's a big day.

We're attacking a village
held by the fascists.

Think of us.

Lots of love, David.

Take off your sacks!

Here we go, brave!

David, come on!

What's going on?

No! No!

Chuck us a cartridge.

Hey, chuck us a fucking cartridge!

There's women down there!

Danny, you can't be serious.

Give us a fucking cartridge!

Danny, you can't put their lives
in danger.

Coogan! Coogan!

Fire!

Don't shoot!

Speak to me!

Speak to me.

Speak to me!

This is the pig that was shooting
from the tower.

Quiet!

Your rifle is still hot.

I'm going to ask
one simple question.

Have you fired this rifle?

No!

Tell me the truth.
Have you fired this rifle?

No!

There's the proof.
What's this then?

Kill him!

He informed on five comrades
from the Union,

and they're dead now.

Yeah, kill him.

What happened?

They took my husband

and shaved my head.

Why? Why?

Because my husband
was in the militia.

And they could not catch it.

They werw anarchists.
They were young anarchists.

Somebody say to the priest
in confession where they were.

He told this to the fascists.

He knew the fascists kill them.

Murderer!

We've got to kill him.

Snitched on our colleagues!

And we'll see you in three days...

Two or three days.

I'll stay here with twenty men
for three days.

Very nice indeed.

Very nice.

I'm happy
you appreciate French good taste.

Hello, boy!

Thabnks, friend.

Blanca...

I just want you to know
how sorry I am

for what happened.

I should have opened fire
but I didn't and, and they got him.

That's all there is to it.

The thing is, he was a good man.
You know, he was a brave man.

We're all going to miss him.

Yes, I know.

I know. I...

Oh, come on... come on...

When I met him the first time...

he was playing...

how do you say...

- The guitar?
- No.

Yeah, the smaller one.

- Banjo?
- Yeah.

He was playing banjo.

In bars and cafA®s.

I'm sorry, Blanca, you know,
it's my fault. And I...

No.

No, I'm...
I'm responsible because...

No.

You didn't kill him.

Fascists did.

He said he just wanted,
like, bullets

and I said that, like,
I wouldn't...

It could have happened
sooner or later to any of us.

We feel a great sorrow today,

but it must not halt our efforts.

Our companions
have not died in vain.

Josefina, Sebastian, Teresa,
all of you

we all fight
for the same things as they did.

And we shall continue.
It's what they would have wanted.

They're here with us,

fighting for the same cause.

We shall leave them in the ground,

but the earth is ours now,
comrades,

and from this place we must draw
the strength to fight on.

The battle is long
and our foes are many.

But we are more,

we shall always be many more.

Tomorrow is ours, comrades.

The struggle goes on.
They shall no pass.

We shall overcome.

Long live the revolution!

Live!

Death to fascisim!

Death!

Come on, sit down...

Friends...

Don Julian's house is now
the house of the people.

Let's start the meeting.

Who's going to speak?

- Teresa.
- We must collectivise.

The men at the front have no food

and the people in the village
have been left with next to nothing

by the fascists.

The village hasn't got enough food.

We must collectivise
as soon as possible.

We must get food to feed our people
and the comrades

fighting for us at the front.

I'm in agreement

with the collectivisation
of Don Julian's lands

or re-distribution
in all its forms,

but each to his own little bit...
no?

Wait... JosA®, speak.

I work my land my own way

it's not much, all that I have

I started working it and... shit...
I've thrown everything into it.

Miguel. What would you like to say?

I'd like to say to our friend here

that it's very good that
he wants to work his own land,

but how much better it would be
if we all worked it together.

When the harvest is ready,

are you going to eat all the wheat

and all the potatoes?

You are not to say so...

We need everything to be able...

to keep the revolution going.

The revolution
has to be done this way.

Don't wait for tomorrow.

Jose,
it's not only a question of land.

We have to make a new society!

A moment, Miguel,
that A nice to...

I had asked fro the word,
nd you leave us behind.

The revolution is like
a pregnant cow,

if we don't help out...

the cow and its calf will be gone

and the children
will be left hungry.

Remember that comrades, boys,
died in this battle.

We must collectivise.
Do you understand me?

The people must eat.

This struggle we've started
has to continue.

There are those
who are the way they are

and there are those who know
how to work and people who don't...

I've got what I've got
because I work.

Hold on. Paco's turn.

It's fundamental that we improve
our harvests...

We must grow more.

Other villages have done it

by working all the land as one.

With a tractor you can do
five times more work in one day

than you can with a mule.

One moment.
Let do not talk all together. One moment.

Sebastian.

There's evidence from
other villages that it's working.

I believe we have to
take over private property.

No one's got anything.

We could pool all our resources

and depending on each person's
situation we could share it out.

If you need a cow, you'll get one.

We've all got four or five kids...

and we've all bust a gut working,
just like you.

Hey! Momento!
Momento, compaAteros...

We've got militia comrades here

who may know
what's happening elsewhere...

They've helped us here.

Teresa...

Pepe's right.

Our friends from the militia
will have seen

what's happened in other villages.

This is an open meeting

you can speak, too.

Your opinions are as welcome
as any of ours. Please speak.

It's your village. You have to
decide. It's your decision.

Okay, this is what I think,

and if anybody disagrees
they should just say so right out.

Si. Okay. You should take
this estate, this house, this land

and divide it up amongst the people
in the town right away.

Okay. The decree passed
by the Republican Government

in October allows for that.

Okay. It says all property
owned by individuals

involved in the insurrection
will be confiscated.

Yes, yes.
The problem's different here...

all the landowners help Franco.

We must collectivize all the lands.
You understand?

All the lands, must
collectivize not just divide.

I understand that.
I understand that.

I'm not, I'm not a friend
of the landowner. Okay?

I'm not here to defend landowners.
Okay?

But what are you going to do
when you have a guy like,

what's his name, Pepe?

What are you going to do when you
have a guy like Pepe who has...

He's a tenant farmer and he has
a couple of acres of land...

or a tradesman who doesn't want to
be part of your collective? Okay?

These people are anti-fascists.
What do you do then?

It sounds really great on paper,
but in reality it won't work...

because
it's going to pit the peasants

against the anti-fascists. Okay?

You're fighting now and it's going
to endanger your food production.

Lawrence, I think
that private ownership of land

must be totally given up,
forgotten, cancelled...

because it maintains people
in a capitalist mentality.

I agree. Okay.
I agree with, I mean,

I'm not here to argue for,
for private property.

I know the definition of
private property.

I know what it does.

Okay, I'm not arguing that.

This is not the time for
these textbook arguments

on socialism or land reform.

We have to defeat fascism,
that's the priority.

Are you suspecting this man to,
to speak about the textbook of...

socialism?

No, I'm not!

Well, I'm,
I'm agreeing with him. Okay?

I'm agreeing with
the collectivisation, all right?

But these people
cannot collectivise anything

if they're dead. Okay?

Well, this is, is your opinion.

My opinion!
They asked for my opinion.

No, but in my village, the people
didn't wait for the government

to give them the land.

They took it themselves.

No one waited for them
to tell them they had

What to do with the land,
they took it themselves.

I want you to think
beyond this village, okay,

at a much bigger picture.

Okay. I have no doubt that
the Spanish people,

on their own,
could have 'licked' Franco.

But you're not fighting
just Franco,

you now have Mussolini and Hitler
on your back.

Okay. With the exception
of Russia and Mexico...

the rest of the world has turned
its back on you. Okay?

They refuse to
sell the Republic arms.

Okay. These are capitalists,
these are capitalist countries!

They're capitalist countries,
and if you want their help

you have to moderate your slogans
cos you're scaring them away!

I'm from Germany.

We wanted revolution,
and what happened?

We'd been the strongest movement
in Europe,

the best organised
workers' movement.

There were six million of us
in unions,

and what happened?

Hitler...

The socialists and the communists
told us...

to make our revolution later.

But I say make the revolution now.

When people see as the village sees

that you can be in charge of
your life, your land,

when collectivisation
becomes a reality,

it'll be possible
for people in Germany, Italy,

to follow our example.

These people, they think
they have something,

but they have nothing!

But we have to show to the people
that, that we have...

We're poor but we're alive
and we've got power now,

we don't have to be seized by fear.

We're alive, we'll die
when our time comes, but...

All French working people are,
are looking to us in Spain,

probably all around the world

and I think
it is not the right time to fight,

to fight each other

but together.

Now all of us know
the price of the freedom and we,

we've lost a lot of friends.

Gene, your theories are very seductive
but I've got one question for you.

Who are you trying to appease...

foreign governments,
foreign bankers?

What is a revolution?

It's nothing
other than a radical change

in privilege, wealth and power.

What's going to happen, what...
The only way we'll appease,

the only way
we'll appease these people

when the ideas
are diluted and watered down

till they mean absolutely nothing.

Now I think you're dead right
when you say

when you say that
they must look beyond this village,

and must look at
what's happening outside.

Okay, but not only to foreign
bankers and foreign governments.

What we must look to as well is
that outside these windows,

as we speak, on this land

are two million landless peasants.

From the day they were born

they had absolutely no hope
other than a life of misery.

And unless
we harness that energy now

the ideas will be dead,
there'll be no change

and this will all be in vain.

Ideas are the basis of this.

Jimmy...

Jimmy, those people will be dead.
Never mind the ideas!

If Franco comes in, you know,
if Franco wins this war

he'll just kill
a million of those people.

They're nothing to him.
They're just a piece of shit!

That's obvious, I agree with that.

Exactly. So, unless we win the war,

there's no point
in having the ideology.

The ideology does not exist in,
in like, in a book.

It exists, has to exist in place.

It'd have to be real,
for real people.

I say that we have to take risks.
What do we do?

Misery, hunger, hopelessness.

Franco might come back and kill us

but I say it's worth it
to continue collectivising

and improving the quality
of our lives.

Let's vote!

All those in favour
of collectivisation.

All those against.

Friends, the vote is
to collectivise the land.

You all right? Want a hand?

Yeah.

I thought
maybe your foot was hurting.

It's okay, thank you.

No problem.

Hello.

Hello.

And you talk about being poor.

Who?

You. With Coogan that night.

We were just talking about
when we were Kids.

I tell you what poor is.

Two pesetas a day
for agricultural lab ours,

if you're lucky.

Peasant families living in caves
or sandpits.

That is poor.

That is why we need the revolution.

- Don't laugh!
- I'm not laughing.

- I saw you!
- I wasn't laughing!

Do you want a hand with that?
Oh, I can see you've got one.

Don't say any more!

What I'm saying, Kit,
is that I'm not the man I was.

I feel like I'm standing on higher
ground, if you see what I mean.

I can see further and,

and I notice things
I hadn't even thought of before.

Like I, I left Liverpool
with a daft romantic idea

but in war people get killed.

Fellas like Coogan...

and the women and kids
who died in this village,

that's all part of me now
and I'll never shake it off.

Fascist planes dropped leaflets
on us yesterday

saying
how they was winning the war.

Well, myself, it's hard to know

what's going on
in the rest of Spain.

But here, on the A rag on front,
we're holding our own.

And if only we had decent arms.

Who knows?

Perhaps a line of Russian tanks
will come rolling over the hill.

Some hope, eh?

Pigat, Garibaldi, Roca...

Listen...

Max...

Come here.

Mates, listen please.

I have to go to the Command Post
for a very important meeting

with the General Staff
of the Column.

And I say, very important

because we are going to
discuss about our integration

in the new Popular Army.

There is no choice.

The government in Valencia says
no more militia

and say we all must become part
in the new communist

led Popular Army.

Okay? So, if we refuse
they continue to withhold arms.

To keep arms from us.

Do you understand?

Let's take a vote, no? We vote?

I have something to say, please.
Please.

Excuse me a moment, please.
This is probably the last time

that we can vote on something
as a militia. All right?

Please.

Maybe we could integrate
to the new Popular Army

and get the weapons,

join together
and be still in the militia too.

You're a dreamer, Pigat.

It's impossible.

Look, I think we have,
we have to try to see

the reality
of the situation here. Okay?

Who's ever gonna give us guns,
the Russians or whomever,

they're not going to
give them to us

if they don't think that
we know how to use them

and that
we're not properly trained.

So it makes sense
that the best training

is going to come from
a regular disciplined army.

That's obvious. I can't see
what's wrong with that at all.

Everything is wrong.

The creation of the new army
with its saluting

and discipline
and military hierarchy

will destroy the revolutionary
spirit of the people. Okay?

And it's exactly
what Stalinists expect.

What?

That makes no sense, Bernard.

Absolutely.

The Communist Party was set up
for revolution.

Why would they want to
suppress the revolutionary spirit?

It is no more revolutionary.

Look, the militia is
the heart of the struggle.

Stalin fears us

because he wants to
sign treaties with the west

and he already did,
did it with France.

So, to sign treaties,
to reach an agreement...

he needs to be respectable
and reassuring.

Okay?

So, if he supports us and
the revolution we are making...

he will lost his... respectability.

That's the reason why we are
a real threat for Stalin

and also for the other countries.

I don't know, Bernard, I...

What you are saying might be right,
I don't know.

I don't know. Okay?

But I do know
we're not going to win this war

with a bunch of amateurs.

You may be an amateur, I'm not!

Jesus Christ!

We've done, we've done okay up,
up to now, Gene.

We could have done better
with guns.

We saved Valencia,
Madrid, Barcelona...

And we lost Toledo,
Malaga and more...

We've got to be clear
about one thing here.

There's blackmail going on.

If we accept those arms,
they come with conditions.

They're not interested in partners,
they want stooges.

Let's vote...

Let them know what we think.

Do we support our General Staff

when they insist on keeping our own
revolutionary organisations?

Yes?

Everybody?

Yes.

It's a clear majority.

Now watch.

Put the bullet in here.

Yes?

Understand?

That's it.

You take off the catch

and it's ready for firing.

Yes...

Come on then, "Mr Laurel".

Remarkable resemblance. Remarkable.

Even down to the blank expression.

There you go.

You need to hold the rifle harder
against your shoulder.

Fire.

Whey!

How's your shoulder?

You're afraid of the rifle.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Hold it firmly like this.

You mustn't jerk the trigger.

Squeeze it like a woman's tits.

Understand?

Have you ever squeezed
a woman's tits?

- Yeah.
- Yes? I'll bet you have.

Hold on a minute.

Fuck!

Come quickly.

I know.

Are you okay?

Get a stick.

A stick!

Hey, hey, try to keep calm.

Is he all right?

Yeah, yeah! I'm all right!

We must get him to the hospital.

What happened? What happened?

Fucking rifle blew up in my face.

Jesus! Piece of shit!

Jesus!

Are you satisfied now?

This is the shitty equipment
you voted for!

Don't you have
anything better to say?

Please give him some peace.
Don't you see?

Yeah, I can see. I see a stupid
idealist with a death wish.

Can't you see what's going on here?
It's over!

It's kaput! It's finished.

Jesus, easy, easy man!

Oh, fuck! I've had it!

I cannot stay here watching people
die of stupidity!

I can't do it! I've had it!

I'm getting out of this! Fuck it!

David,
if you had any fucking brains

you'd do the exact same thing!

Davey, let me see your eyes.
Are your eyes okay?

Yeah.

Oh, you daft bastard!

- How's that?
- I'm all right.

- Open your eyes.
- I'm all right.

Open your eyes.

Easy...

How far is this place?

About four miles.

They patch you up and send you
to the hospital in Barcelona.

When you get out of the hospital...

you'll need somewhere to rest
for a while before you come back.

Yeah.

I know a place,
a pension in Barcelona

where the people from the POUM stay.

Would you like the address?

Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks.

You stay there yourself,
this pension?

Yeah, sometimes.

I know the old lady.

You stay there.

Tell her my name.

I will.

I'll say: "Blanca sent me. Can you
give me a nice room, please?"

Look after yourself, Blanca.

I'll see you soon.

Is this boarding house around here?

The Pension Adela?

Hello.

Do you have a room for me?

Who are you?

My friend Blanca

sent me...

I like having English people,
they are clean and tidy.

This is my room?

This is yours.

Yes.

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

Great. What are you doing here?

You're not pleased to see me?

Yeah. Yeah. Just shocked.

How's your arm?

Oh, it's much better now.

I had the stitches taken out
two days ago.

What are you doing here?

Bernard gave me seven days leave.

I thought I would surprise you.

You definitely have, without doubt.

I bought some wine.
It's on the table.

I'll be with you in a minute.

All right, yeah.

Help yourself.

Pour a glass for me.

Of course!

Please.

How's Bernard?

He's fine.

You know,

women aren't allowed to fight
any more.

New rules.

Yeah, I heard.

I can be a nurse.
I can drive a truck.

I can be a cook.

But I mustn't shoot a gun any more.

I must know my place as a woman.

Matte is going to be a cook.

No!

Yes.

She will... she will be the worst
in the militia.

Well, that's without doubt.

It doesn't sound at all like her.

Things are changing very quickly.

Yeah? What did Vidal say
about the whole thing?

No... please.
I don't want to talk about it.

All right.

Today I want to forget it all...

bullets, trenches...

politics, killings, betrayals.

I want to feel human for a change.

Salut.

Salut.

Take off your shirt.

- What?
- Come on.

- Take off your shirt!
- All right, all right.

All right.
It's got buttons, you know.

Take care.

What's going on?

The police from the old days.

And now they are back.

No guns for us at the front...

and here in Barcelona

the police have guns
sticking out of their arse.

I'll make some coffee.

Do you have some matches?

What?

No matches.

Yeah,
there's some matches in my bag.

What is this?

What?

This?

We get no uniforms like this
in the militia.

Look...

I meant to tell you.

I'm not in the militia any more.

I've joined
the International Brigade.

I leave for Albacete on Friday.

Stalinist!

Come on. Come on.

You vote!
You vote to keep the militia!

Yeah, but...

things are different now.
I've changed my mind.

It's because of Lawrence?

No!

He left the day after!

No, it's not because of that!

I'm a member of
the Communist Party.

I've never hidden it.

But you fought with us!

With the POUM!

Yeah, I fought with the POUM.

And look at the fuck that
happened to me.

I've got a big piece of metal
in my arm.

But you know perfectly well why!

You know they refuse us arms!

David! The Stalinists are betraying
the revolution!

I don't believe that.

Go to The battle.
Talk to them there.

I haven't got to talk to
The battle.

I've been in hospital,
I was talking to others.

Our leaders have been expelled
from the government.

That's politics.
That's the way politics works.

No! They are trying to ban us.

Say we are, we are social fascists!

And you know, you know this!

You know our papers are banned,
journalists arrested

and here they even talk about
torture chambers.

Torture chambers!

I don't know that, do 1? I'll wait
till I see it with my own eyes.

But you don't see it!
You don't want to see it.

Why you didn't tell me yesterday?

I was going to tell you.
I meant to tell you, just...

Liar!

Come on, look. I've tried but...

Blanca...

I came to Spain
to fight for socialism,

to fight for the Republic!

And the best way
I can think to do

that is with
the International Brigades.

And if,
if what you're saying is true

then I'm sure
there's a good reason.

There's an explanation
of some sort.

Of course it's true!

And there is an explanation.
It's called Stalinism!

Look, what are you going to do now?

I go back to the front,
where my real comrades are.

Oh look, come on! Blanca!

For fucks sake, Blanca.

Listen!

Blanca!

Look after yourself, will ya?

Please.

(GERMAN EAGLES
ON GUERNICA BOMBS)

So that's why I'm in Barcelona.

It's dead complicated, Kit,
and difficult to explain.

The problem is the struggle
seems to be falling apart

in front of our eyes.

No-one trusts anyone any more.

Anarchists and POUM are pulling
one way, communists in another.

It's mad. All I can do is
believe the Party.

They must know what they're doing.

(Daily Worker: JOINT PLANS
TO BREAK MADRID FRONT)

The city is like a powder keg
waiting to go off.

Trucks of
assault guards everywhere.

And now there's trouble
at the telephone exchange

which is run by the anarchists.

The police just took it by force.

They say the anarchists
are sabotaging the war effort

by interfering
with government business.

There's fighting in the streets,

barricades going up
all over the place.

There's shootings.
Comrades against comrades.

Fascist must be
laughing their heads off.

Anyway, I just got orders to join
the squad of government supporters.

It seems to be incented defending
the Communist Party headquarters.

No choice.
I'm not looking forward to it.

David.

The attack of
the telephone exchange

is a declaration of war
against the working class...

What are the POUM up to?

A general strike has been called
in all industries

except those producing weapons...

Plants, machine shops,
warehouses...

are stopping work.

The barricades of liberty have
risen again in every part of town!

Arm yourselves to
defend the revolution!

You should be killing fascists,
not one another!

What are you saying?

We've got nothing to eat.

Do you hear?
We've got to put food on the table.

Please get out of the way.

Sorry, friend.

I'm sorry.

Bastards!

Hey, you, Stalin's sidekick.
What division were you in?

The Karl Marx Division.
And you? The Third Division?

No, you bastard. We're from
the Durutti Division, the best.

You don't even know
who's your enemy. You idiots!

You idiots!

You have betrayed the revolution.

That's a lie.

You are the ones who have broken
the anti-fascists front.

I've been at the front and I know.

Are you English?

Yeah. You?

Where are you from?

Manchester.

Fucking hell, I'm from Liverpool.

What you doin' here?

Don't know.
Why aren't you over here with us?

Why aren't you over here with us?

I don't fucking know.

We can smell food, fascists.

What are you cooking, bastards?

Sausages and beans. Are you hungry?

You bet!

Then here you are.

No more. Never.

We're not enemies.

My friend, Martin,
returned from the front

dying of hunger.
It's a disaster.

- Which front?
- A rag on.

When it's decision time,
everyone is the boss.

They say they don't even know
how to load the guns.

Get away!

They say the militia women
aren't killing fascists,

they are fucking them instead!

They fuck them.

They do nothing.
They're crap.

They're a disaster, they take
4 totally inexperienced men.

That's a lie.

I'm from the front.

I'm in the militia.

You're in the militia?

You're in the militia?

He can't even speak properly.

What? What are you saying?

Listen, you're a fucking kid.

You know fuck all.
Do you understand me?

Yes, a kid.

You don't know nothing.
You've seen fuck all.

What's going on?

Son of a bitch!

Quiet! You fucking know-nothing,

you little snotty-nosed little kid!

What's going on? That's enough.

Are you mad, or what?

What do you think is going on?

If the leaders of the POUM and CNT
get together, we're fucked.

That's what's happening!

They need to come
from abroad to tell us that?

At least it's good
that they're here.

Lazarus.

Yeah. Back from the dead.

Is that you?

Yeah. Gone but not forgotten, eh?

You have returned?

Yes.

Roca! Andres!

WhatA's up friend?

Yeah.

Are you a spy of the communists?

Yes.

Fucking English. You're welcome.

Good to see you.

We have a new cook now.

Matte! Matte!

Fucking shit,
the woman's doing the cooking...

Hello, friend!

David!

David!

Yes!

What are you doing here?

I came back for something to eat.

Oh, great!

I heard
you'd taken over the cooking.

No, seriously, what happened?

No, seriously, what's on the menu?

- Seriously...
- Fucking beans!

Go to hell, Pigat.

It's terrible!

Hello.

Fine?

And you?

So-so.

What are you doing here?

Had to see with your own eyes?

Yeah. I got to sort a lot
of things with my own eyes.

Things I didn't want to see.

All right?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

- I'm glad to see you again.
- Yeah?

Si, si. Me too.

The Party stinks, Kit.

And I never thought the day'd come
when I'd have to say that.

It's evil and corrupt.

In Barcelona I saw good comrades

snatched off the streets
and executed,

others disappeared into
torture chambers,

and it's still going on.

Stalin is just using the working
class like pieces on a chessboard

to be bartered,
used and sacrificed.

Things have changed
while I've been away.

Some of the old faces are missing

because they couldn't stomach
all the in-fighting

and all-in-all we've taken
a bit of a battering.

It's rumoured we're going to
make a big attack soon

and still no weapons, no support.

But this one we're going to win.

Despite everything,
our spirits are high.

Keep cover!

Live!

Doctor!

Doctor!

We have had many casualties.

They're bombing us...

Listen...

where's the cover you promised?

What kind of position is this?
Nobody's come.

You don't understand anything.

Nobody's come.

We can't hold on.

Those fucking Stalinist bastards.

This should have been
over hours ago, mate.

They should have fucking
taken that hill hours ago.

Trust them
just to make a fucking point.

They've dumped us, Davey!

Get up early.

Yes...

Ammunition!

Wait...

I'm waiting!
I'm not going anywhere, am I?

See, we're hemmed in here, mate.
They know where we are.

Where are they?
Where's the as altos?

In fucking reserve!

We're fucked here...

We can't hold this position
any longer.

We must stay here.

No. We can't. We don't have
any weapons. We don't have...

We must show them
what we are, Bernard.

Listen, they know exactly
what's happening here.

Nobody's sending arms or the army.

We will die alone, here,
and you will do their game.

We are fighters.

Bernard, we are fighters!

It's an order.

We're fucked here...

- This is madness.
- You've got to hold on.

Yes, sir.

Retreat immediately.

Why are you giving me this order

when you've just told me
to hold the position?

All right?

I also want to know... listen...

why we've been risking
our lives here

waiting for the promised
reinforcements. All right?

Whatever you say, sir.

Get up, Andres, come here!

And the rest, quickly.

Garibaldi, Roca, we're going back
to our old positions.

Come on, Roca.

Bernard, to the left with Jimmy.

David, cover this flank. Come on!

Quickly, orderly, orderly...
go with them...

Come on, David.

All of you get back.

Come on... back...

Come on...

My fucking leg!

Blanca, come here.

Orderly. Orderly,
there's a bad one, quick!

Stay with them.

Come on, Jimmy!

Be brave.

Oh, my leg!

Look, look,
the cavalry have come.

If they've come to fight,

they're a bit late for that one,
aren't they?

- Hey, Gene. Gene!
- Gene...

What are you doing here?

Gene, what are you doing here?

Take it easy.

Bernard, keep everybody calm.

Stay where you are!

Quiet, everybody.

What the hell's going on?

Listen.

Drop your weapons on the ground,
immediately.

Obey the order!

- What's going on, Lawrence?
- Listen.

ThatA's an order.

What's the meaning of this?

Can we know why?

Officer, get your men to obey.

I refuse.

Obey my orders!

From now on
this unit is disbanded.

You can all go home,

except for the following
who are under arrest.

Quiet!

Juan Vidal,

Bernard Goujon,

Miguel Angel Campos,

Rafael Jimenez...

No way...

What are we accused of?

The POUM is now illegal.

Your newspaper has been banned
and your leaders arrested.

What charges?

Conspiring with the fascists

and collaborating with Franco!

Is this conspiracy?

Is this conspiracy, Colonel?

Jesus!

It's a lie... it's a lie...

While we've been
getting fucking shot...

Don't look at the ground,
look at me face to face.

It's not a reflection on you,
it's your leaders.

It's a Stalinist plot.

The fucking government's
a load of bollocks!

Sietamo, what about Sietamo?
Alcubierre?

Come on, Gene,
what about the people...

Lecinena?
Booths de Quisena? Tierz?

Navales?

They're all places liberated
by the POUM.

Were they fascists who did that?

What about fucking Coogan
and the others, who died?

Are we all fascists
all of a sudden?

Were these places
liberated by fascists, too?

It was the men of the POUM
who defended Madrid.

Were these places
liberated by Franco?

Quiet! Obey my orders!

Prepare to fire!

Take it easy!

Take it easy!

Quiet!

What shall we do with the wounded?

Ma drug a, quiet!

You're under arrest.

Do as he says.

What happened in Barcelona
with our comrades? Murderers!

They're going to shoot you...

Murderers!

Control your men, Captain.

Control your men, Captain.

Fight with us against fascism.

Fascist bastard, come here
and say that face to face with us.

Come here.

Coward, coward, come here.
Blanca!

- They have to do this.
- Come here.

- Coward, come here!
- They have to do this.

You're being tricked.

You're being tricked
by your own leaders!

- You're being lied to!
- Fight with us.

- They're tricking you.
- You are tricking us!

No, the leaders of the POUM
are tricking you!

You are tricking us!

Lawrence, open your eyes!

Come here, coward.

They have proof.

Come here! Come here!

Blanca...!

Silence...
You idiots. God Almighty!

Silence...

Murderers...

Vidal...

What the fuck did you do that for?

We've fought for nothing, comrades.

Why did you do that?

Why did you do that?

You bastards...

Murderers...

Murderers...

We've fought for nothing, comrades.

Lower your guns.

Death to Stalinism!
Long live the revolution...

Open your eyes!

Long live the revolution.

Down with fascism.

Thank you very much.

We buried Blanca
in collectivised land.

She would have liked that...

even though the Stalinists came
four weeks later

and broke up the commune.

At least the earth belonged to her
for a short while.

I'm trying to get home, Kit,
but it won't be easy.

They have a "wanted" list and,
as a so-called deserter

and supporter of the POUM,
my name's on it.

There are no "safe" houses
and we spend our time

hiding out in building sites
and living rough.

Some of the most sincere
and dedicated fighters

against fascism have been murdered.

But if you get this letter...

understand that I regret nothing.

Revolutions are contagious,
and had we succeeded here

and we could have done -

we would have changed the world.

But never mind,

our day will come.

We shall leave them in the ground,

but the earth is ours now, comrades,

and from this place we must draw
the strength to fight on.

The battle is long
and our foes are many,

but we are more...

We shall always be many more.

Tomorrow is ours, comrades.

Can I just say something a minute?

The other day, I found this.

It was amongst, like,
my grandad's papers.

And I just thought it was, like,
fitting for him.

It's a poem by William Morris,
and I'd just like to read it out.

"Join in the battle

where no man can fail;

For whoso fadeth and dieth,

yet his deeds
shall still prevail”.