All language subtitles for To.End.All.Wars.2001.1080p.ROKU.WE

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- [Ernest] How I miss
Scotland and the sea.

The sea.

There's nothing like
it in all the Earth.

Salt in your face,
the wind at your back,

and all the world before you,

and you're freer than
a bird in the air

or a fish in the ocean.

To be free, I reckon
that's why I joined

the second war to end all wars.

(bagpipes music)

I was at the university
studying to be a teacher

when the call to arms occurred.

I was only too eager
to put aside my studies

for the glory of action.

I stopped reading history
and became a part of it.

I joined the proud ranks of
the Argyll and Sutherland

highlanders and became
captain Ernest Gordon.

My commanding officer
was Lieutenant
Colonel Stuart McLean,

the finest commander the
93rd battalion ever had.

A man of deep loyalties
to his country,

his duty, and his men.

A loyalty that was
soon to be matched

by his own second-in-command,
Major Ian Campbell,

a man of passionate
devotion to the colonel,

as well as the cause.

And it was our loyalties that
would eventually be tested.

The Argylls had a legacy of
being the last line of defense,

and we were to prove
that legacy once again

in the face of defeat and
captured by the enemy.

(explosions booming)

(dramatic music)

(helicopters whirring)
(explosions booming)

(speaking foreign language)

(plane engines roaring)

(speaking foreign language)

(men groaning)
(muffled yelling)

(speaking foreign language)

(men panting)

- [Ian] Sir, sir!

(speaking foreign language)

- You all right, sir?

- You look the devil in
the face with pride, boys!

(speaking foreign language)

- And try not and
shit your kilts.

- [Man] Come on, then!

(guns clicking)

Do it!

(gunshots banging)
(laughing)

- Bastards are just
playing with our minds.

(speaking foreign language)

(gentle music)

(horn honking)

(train squeaking)

(speaking foreign language)

(train hissing)

(door slamming)

- [Ernest] When you
surrender in war,

you're stripped of your
dignity as a soldier.

All you've got left is
your fellow comrades,

many of whom you've just met.

Lieutenant Jim Reardon,
merchant marine,

one of the few
Americans in the area,

attached himself to the Argylls
during the allied surrender.

We called him Yanker, 'cause
he was both an American

and a bit of a wanker.

(train whistle blowing)

(train hissing)

(man coughing)

- Parade halt!

(speaking foreign language)

- What's that stench?

- That'd be death, major.

(light dramatic music)

- [Man] Sir!

(speaking foreign language)
(dramatic music)

(club thudding)

- Parade right, green.

Parade halt!

Left, hut!

Stand at ease!

Stand easy.

(speaking foreign language)

- What the hell does tenko mean?

- Must be roll call.

- Today you will
count off in English.

But tomorrow and
forever, in Japanese.

(slapping)

- Start counting!

- One!

- Two!
- Three!

- Four!
- Five!

- Six!
- Big-eared nip.

(thudding)
(groaning)

Bastard.

(speaking foreign language)

(thudding)
(groaning)

(screaming)

- This is a shame culture.

You make 'em lose
face, you'll pay.

Stand easy.

- This is an outrage!

I am a senior officer,
and I will not tolerate

this barbaric behavior!

This man has rights!

- Are they?

(speaking foreign language)

- Attention, prisoners.

You are now captives of his
imperial majesty, the emperor.

(speaking foreign language)

Behold the extreme penalty
for those who try to escape.

(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(speaking foreign language)

This is for your own sake.

You will sign these papers,
promising not to escape.

(speaking foreign language)

- No escape, my Yankee ass.

- This is against the
Geneva Convention.

- They don't care about
the Geneva Convention.

- Tomorrow you will
bring these signed papers

from all prisoners.

You are dismissed.

(light dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(gagging)
(water splashing)

(fist thudding)
(gargling)

(Stuart groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

(gagging)
(water splashing)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Takashi] Go.

Go.

(speaking foreign language)

(fist thudding)
(gargling)

(light dramatic music)

- What did you just say?

- I told him you were stupid.

- Don't know whether to
thank you or kick your ass.

Ian Campbell.

- Dusty Miller.

- Where'd you learn
to speak Japanese?

What about the colonel?

- You want your colonel back?

- I owe the man my life.

- [Wallace] The more
hair, the more lice.

- [Jim] Ow!

- A word of advice, stay
close to your cobbers.

But when it comes
right down to it,

it's survival of the fittest.

Every man for himself.

Barter is the name
of the game, gents.

- They call the hospital
the death house.

You don't want to
end up in here.

Relish your health
now, gentlemen.

It's the last you'll see of it.

- There are thousands
more prisoners

in camps all along the river.

Not too much skinny
here from the outside.

Japs keep us in the dark.

No radios.

They catch one,
they'll kill you.

Officers, try to
keep your shirt on.

It'll distinguish
you from the grunts,

which is about the only
thing that's keeping us

from degenerating
into a bloody anarchy.

(light dramatic music)

(thudding)

- Ernie, where you going?

- To find out about the colonel.

- You're just
asking for trouble!

(club thudding)
(yelling in foreign language)

(Ernest groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

- Doc.

- [Doctor] Oh, no,
get him down here.

(Ernest groaning)

Get him up.
- Easy.

Easy.
(Ernest groaning)

- [Ernest] It's my back.

My back, my back.

- [Doctor] Ah.

- Oh, what the
bloody hell happened?

- Uh, looks like you didn't bow.

- What?

- Always bow before a
guard, Korean or Jap.

And never look 'em in the
eyes when they're passing you.

That's pure defiance.

Always look away.

Rules of bushido.

- Bushido?

- Yeah, their kind of chivalry.

Respect and obligation.

If you don't respect them, they
feel obligated to bash you.

Nothing personal.

- Well, it sure as bloody
well feels personal.

- Yeah, but it works both ways.

They do the same to their own.

- That's a comfort.

- Now, listen.

You must understand, these
monsters truly believe

we're an inferior
race, less than human.

Now, beating a prisoner
to them is like beating

a disobedient dog, and
the fiercer the beating,

the fiercer their
dedication to the emperor.

You'll be all right, son.

- Make space for the colonel.

- You're buggers for
punishment, you lot.

Get him down here.

- Just there, sir.
- Get him down.

- Listen, listen, you
should have let them

take me instead, sir.
(Stuart gasping)

- Anything we can
do for you, Colonel?

- Ah.

Start preparing.

- Preparing for what?

- Escape.

What else, you towheaded yank?

Dusty.

Thank you.

- Colonel, I've been
watching these nips.

There's never more than a
handful of them guarding

the perimeter at any given time,

and they're not
watching very closely.

It just doesn't make
sense to me, unless--

- Unless what?

- Well, unless every
prisoner's been caught or died

in a thousand miles
of hostile jungle.

Unless the local villagers
are willing to turn in

a POW for a bowl of rice.

Unless escape is impossible.

- Excellent.

Yanker.

You find the best
escape route, hm?

Ian.
- Yes, sir.

- You should start getting
survival gear together.

Ernest, get things together
we can trade with the locals.

- [Ernest] Yes, sir.

- And as soon as I'm
well, we're on our way.

- Yes, sir.

- Okay?
- Yes, sir.

- Good.
- Sir.

- Good boys.

They're good boys.

That's my boys.

(light dramatic music)

- Hey, how about some
extra for my colonel?

He's in the death house.

- If your colonel can't make
it, it means he can't work.

If he can't work, he can't eat.

Nip rules, move along.

- Come on, pal.

I'll owe you one.

- Hey, you heard him.

He said, move along!

(prisoners yelling)

Bloody sheep-humping highlander!

(groaning)

- [Ernest] Come on!

- Get up!

- [Man] Hey, hey.

(fist thudding)
- Yeah, nice!

(fist thudding)
Yeah!

- [Man] Do it!

- What are you bloody chicken?

I'll kick your ass!

- Come on, you English!

Come on!

(fist thudding)

- Well, come on, then, wanker!

Well, come on!

What are you bloody chicken?

- It's enough.

What does it take for a
man to lose his dignity?

(thudding)

Come on, you English!

Come on!

How far can he fall to
pay the price of survival?

(light dramatic music)

Dusty built a sanctuary
just outside the camp

called the church without walls.

We were allowed to
visit it freely.

They knew we had nowhere to go.

(gentle music)

(water dripping)

(leaves rustling)

(crickets chirping)

- I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do

soon as I get back to Glasgow.

Gonna visit my favorite pub.

I'm gonna sink 14
whiskeys and seven pints,

and I'm gonna spend
the night in the arms

of my tender, lovingly wife.

- You married, sir?

- No, but if you got a
sister, I'm available.

(chuckling)

What about you, Ernie?

- Probably teach.

I've always fancied teaching.

I thought I'd see the
world first, though.

- You got that wish.

- Aye.

- When I get out of here,

I'm gonna go into business for
myself and get stinking rich.

- [Ernest] What
kind of business?

- Black market, prostitution.

- I'll tell you what, mate.

You're not gonna make much
money as a prostitute,

I'll tell you that.

(chuckling)

What about you, sir?

What are you gonna
do after the war?

- Start preparing
for the next war.

(clubs clacking)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Ernest] In the bushido
code, the nation is everything.

The individual is nothing.

Conformity is how they gain
their sense of purpose,

and they expected us to
fall in line, as well.

(speaking foreign language)

- What are we saying, dusty?

- Loyalty,
politeness, frugality.

Soldier's duty.

- Well, isn't that just dandy?

(wheels creaking)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Stuart] Carry
on, sergeant major.

- Parade!

Parade, son!

About face!

(dramatic music)

- All show respect for
honorable Lieutenant Colonel

Nagatomo, chief of Thailand
POW Administration.

(speaking foreign language)

- I think she fancies me.

- It is great pleasure for
me to see you at this place.

You are few remaining
skeleton of our victory

and are pitiful victim.

You should weep with gratitude
at his imperial majesty,

the emperor, who pity
you for being coward!

- What's he talking
about cowards?

- Rules of bushido.

They believe the losers
should kill themselves.

- You will give me great
pleasure to build a railroad

through the jungle to the glory

of his imperial
majesty, the emperor!

Savior of Japan!

Savior of Asia!

We will build this railroad
if we have to build it

over the white man's body.

It is your purification.

(speaking foreign language)

Railroad to be 420 kilometer
from Chungkai base camp

to Thanbyuzayat in north.

(speaking foreign language)

- You will build the
railroad in 18 months.

- 18 months?

How will my men manage
that on the rations

you're feeding them, hm?

(speaking foreign language)

- Officers work, as well.

(speaking foreign language)

Royal engineer will
oversee building.

Where are the signed papers?

- Gentlemen, as you have
violated the Geneva Convention,

the Hague Convention,
and every human right

for properly supervised
prisoners of war,

may I respectfully
recommend that you

and your fascist monkeys
stick your head up your ass,

because we will not
sign your bloody paper!

Now translate that!

(speaking foreign language)

I am sick of this drivel!

Gentlemen.
- Sir.

(speaking foreign language)

(light dramatic music)

- Look after my boys, Ian.

(gunshot banging)

- It is regrettable,
but we take each of you

and shoot one by one.

- [Man] Come on, man, let's go.

- Sir!

- Until you respect emperor!

- Come on.

Out of here, out of here.

- Sir!
- Come on, come on, man!

Come on out of here!
(gunshot banging)

Come on, man, out of here!

- That bastard!

- Out of here!

- The bastard, bastard!

Let me go.

- Major, what happened?
(crying)

What happened?

Major, where's the--
- Bastard!

- Where's the--

- It's the colonel's blood!

It's the colonel's blood.

It's the colonel's blood!
- Easy!

- The colonel's blood!

It's the colonel's, the bastard!

- [Jim] Major.

Major, the colonel!

(somber music)

- No.

No.

You bastard.

- Get him, quick.
- Don't let him go!

- [Man] I won't.

- No, don't.
- Oh yes, get him back.

- No, Major, no.
- No, don't you even dare.

- Ian.
- You don't have a gun.

- Hands off me.
- Come on, sir.

- Hands off.
- I'm not gonna leave you.

- [Man] No, no, Major.

- Ian.
- Don't you dare.

- You don't have a gun.
- Get your hands off me.

(light dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

- There's nothing you can do.

There's nothing you can do.

- How can he die?

Oh, God.

What are we gonna do?

What the fuck are
we gonna do now?

What are we gonna do now?

- "Verily, verily,
I say unto you,

"except a corn of wheat fall
into the ground and die,

"it abideth alone.

"But if it die, it
bringeth forth much fruit."

There is suffering before glory.

There is a cross
before the crown.

("Amazing Grace")

- Outward turn!

Slow march!

- Cheers.

- I'm not leaving.

- What?

- I said, I'm not leaving.

- What about our plan?

- I owed the colonel my life,

and I watched him die
in front of my eyes,

and I just stood
there, doing nothing.

- You think you're the
only one suffering here?

You think you're the only one--

- Now waken up!

There's a reason why
every escape has failed,

and there's a
reason why the Japs

don't give a toss
about security.

We were fools to think
we even stood a chance.

I've got my own plans now.

- You are a selfish bastard.

Come on, Ernie.

Ernie!

Fine!

- [Ernest] Yanker,
wait a minute!

Yanker, wait!

You'll never make it on
your own in that jungle.

It's suicide!

- Take a look around you!

Take a look in the
eyes of these men.

You tell me what you see.

That's right, Ernie.

They're dead already.

You know it, and I know it.

At least with escape, it
gave us one thing: hope.

Hope, Ernie.

Because without that, we might
as well be sitting in there

with our thumbs up our asses,
waiting for the end to come.

Is that what you want?

Let me tell you
something about me.

I am not a stupid man
and I am not a kamikaze.

If I can't escape, I'll
do the next best thing.

I will take care of myself,

and that's exactly
what I plan on doing.

- Yanker!

We are all in this,
all of us together!

- Sure, kid.

Every single one of us.

(light dramatic music)

- [Ernest] The Japanese were
preparing to invade India.

The railway would be
their supply line.

We would be the
means to their end.

(speaking foreign language)

(rain pattering)
(yelling in foreign language)

When you're living to die,
every minute is an eternity.

Days are lost.

Months blend into one another.

And the only reality you
know is in the moment,

and the moment hangs
over you like death.

It's difficult to
describe what it's like

to live with permanent
hunger in your belly

and the stench of disease
and death all around you

with every breath you take.

Malaria, diphtheria,
pellagra, dysentery

sucks every ounce of fluid
right out of your body.

Your muscles cramp up and
your circulation collapses.

- Major!

He's burning up.

Ernie.

- [Doctor] I don't know anybody

who could survive that lot.

- Oh, Ernie, son.

You are a good soldier
and a good friend.

(light dramatic music)

(crickets chirping)

- [Ernest] So, this is death.

Dark.

Cold.

All alone.

No more reason to fight,
so they give up on you.

In death, there is
no second chance.

So that's what you think
about when you're dying,

the real value of all that
you've done with your life,

and all that you
might have done,

if only you'd had
a second chance.

(rain pattering)

(Ernest groaning)

(Ernest panting)

(Ernest screaming)

- Bloody hell.

These nip bastards are eating
like the Prince of Wales.

- Yep.
(groaning)

- Life doesn't wait
for the individual,

especially life as
a prisoner of war.

If you want to survive, you
need a bit of luck, a quick wit,

and a mate to pick
you up when you fall.

Where am I?

- You've been
unconscious for days.

I thought if I could get
you out of the death house

and into some fresh air,

you'd have a better
chance of surviving.

- I don't know if I
want to survive anymore.

- [Dusty] Open up.

- How did you get the
food away from the line?

- I have my connections.

Come on, open up.

- Why are you doing this?

- Hey, Ernie.

Uh, me and the cobbers,

we've been chewing it over,
and, uh, we got thinking.

What's the purpose in
what we've been suffering?

I mean, where's the justice in,

in nips bashing us and
working us to death?

And what's worse, we're
killing each other

to save our own skins.

- What exactly
are you asking me?

- You said you wanted
to be a teacher.

- Yeah.

- We thought that you might
have some answers, sir.

- Would you like me
to take a lecture

on the meaning of life?

- Oh, that's a bloody
fine idea, sir.

- Please, just leave me alone.

- That's what I figured.
(gentle music)

- You know, a man can
experience an incredible amount

of pain and suffering,
if he has hope.

When he loses his hope,
that's when he dies.

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- All right.

Bathroom.

Benjo.

Come on.

- [Ernest] Reardon managed
to make a connection

to the local Thai black market.

- Let me see.
- He wouldn't share it

with the others,
- Get out of here.

- [Ernest] For fear of being
discovered by the nips.

At least, that's
what he told us.

(speaking foreign language)

(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)

- Good God, Yanker,
that's stinking.

- Right there, Major Campbell,

this is the scent of happiness.

Nectar of the gods.

Our ticket to numbness.

Fermented rice alcohol.

This one's on the house.

(Ian groaning)
(Jim laughing)

- Bastard.

That's done it.

- Of course I've done it.

- Oh, nice one, Yanker.

Let's have a swig.

- Whoa, whoa, gentlemen.

You want charity, go to church.

As for me, I'm bartering
my way to happiness,

so pony up with some cash.

Anything you got.

Don't be shy.

The line starts right here.

Two cigarettes.

(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)

- [Dusty] Come on, walk.

- Ernie, you bastard.

You're still alive.

- Hey, Lazarus.

Back from the dead, my son.

- Well, I kind of wish
I'd stayed there, sir.

- Bollocks, soldier.

We need you alive.

- Oh!
- Hey!

- [Ian] Come on, come on.

- [Ernest] What's wrong?

- He hasn't eaten.

- He's been able to
get me extra rations.

- He never got you
extra rations, Ernie.

He was giving you his.

Help me with his legs.

(light dramatic music)

- [Ernest] I learned that while
Dusty was taking care of me,

the major was preparing
his own plans.

Just what, I couldn't tell.

(water splashing)

(Dusty coughing)

- No, no, no.

Where did you get the food?

- Multiple anonymous donors.

Eat.

I've decided to start
a school for the jocks,

a jungle university.

(chuckling)

I already made my
own blackboard.

Yanker rustled me up a
textbook for no small price.

First class is this evening.

I've got six students already.

I know it's small,
but, um, It's a start.

- I don't want to be
the skeptic here, Ernie,

but how in the hell do
you expect to engage

in a group activity without
the nips seeing you?

- In the one place that the
nips will never go near.

(crickets chirping)

- This stench is intolerable.

- Shut your cake hole!

We're doing the best we can.

Get used to it.

- Right, lads.

Make yourself as
comfortable as you can,

and let's get started, eh?

I'd like to speak
to you about Plato.

Um, right.

What...

Is justice?

(explosion booming)
(speaking foreign language)

(light dramatic music)

(pickax's thudding)

- Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

Is it true you're giving
educational classes?

We'd like to help teach.

- Well, what's your story?

- Roger Primrose,
trained in the fine arts.

Lieutenant Foxworth
here used to teach

Shakespeare at Cambridge.

I'm his platoon sergeant.

Poor blighter's at a loss
without his books and the bard.

I figure if I can keep
him busy long enough,

he won't end up killing himself.

I'm not joking, sir.

- Well, unfortunately, we
don't have any Shakespeare.

- "To die, to sleep, no more.

"And by a sleep to say
we end the heartache

"and the thousand natural
shocks that flesh is heir to.

"'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.

"To die, to sleep.

"To sleep, perchance to dream.

"Ay, there's the rub.

"For in that sleep of
death, what dreams may come

"when we have shuffled
off this mortal coil,

"must give us pause.

"There's the respect that
makes calamity of so long life.

"For who would bear the
whips and scorns of time,

"the oppressor's wrong,
the proud man's contumely,

"the pangs of despised
love, the law's delay

(speaking foreign language)
"the insolence of office."

(groaning)

- Looks like we do have the
old bard after all, sir.

- Looks like we do.

- He'll handle it.

Come on, Foxworth.

- "The oppressor's wrong,
the proud man's contumely,

"the pangs of despised love,

"the law's delay, the
insolence of office,

"and the spurns that patient
merit of the unworthy

"takes when he himself
might his quietus make

"with a bare bodkin."
- That's nice, David.

- "Who would fardels
bear, to grunt and sweat

"under weary life,
but that the threat

(whistling)
"of something after death.

"The undiscovered
country from whose born

"and no traveler returns,

"puzzles the will and makes
us rather bear those ills

"we have than fly to others
that we know not of."

- In the second book
of the Republic,

Plato says, "What will
happen to the just man,

"should he enter this world?"

Well, the just man will be
scourged, racked, chained.

Then after every kind of misery,

he will be crucified on
a pole for all to see.

Any questions?

- I've got a question.

Do you mind?
- Sure.

- My question, now if the just
man is treated as you say,

then what's the just response?

Roll over and let evil
have its wicked way?

- Well, what would
you recommend, major?

- Oh, I'd recommend defiance.

Justice for the captors.

An eye for an eye.

- At what price mercy?

(chuckling)

- Yeah, mercy.

The last bastion of
traitors and cowards.

- So, you would take
a man and crucify him

on a pole for all to see?

- I would seek justice.

(book thudding)

Any of you?

Sergeant major?

(birds chirping)
(insects buzzing)

- Blood transfusions.

(sharp inhaling)
Donations gratefully accepted.

- Why are you here?

- What do you mean?

- You don't seem to fit.

- Why am I here?

That's a good question.

Before the war I had a
fight with a man in a pub.

It was a pretty nasty fight.

He was, uh, paralyzed.

When he came to the police,
he refused to press charges.

He...

Just forgave me.

I couldn't understand why.

Then he told me.

He'd been forgiven
a debt in his past.

He wanted to do the same for me.

He gave me my Bible.

Told me my punishment
was to read it.

Some punishment.

He was an army officer.

That's why I'm here.

- Heave!
(speaking foreign language)

Heave!

Heave!
(somber music)

- [Ernest] Major Campbell was
a natural leader amongst men.

He seemed to draw them from
all nationalities and groups,

and he had a way with uniting
them in a common cause,

his common cause.

- Better get two more hours.
(speaking foreign language)

(gentle music)

The guards change between
5:00 and half-5:00

every single day, so we
have to be there, men.

- Sorry, major.

Are we interrupting
a church service?

- So, what's the story?

- Major, let's say
your plan works, right?

You've confiscated the
guns, captured the guards,

taken over the whole camp.

What then?

You have still nowhere to go.

And when the nips find out,

we'll have a
regiment 1,000 strong

descend on us with a vengeance.

You can't possibly
hope to survive.

- Who's talking about survival?

- So that's what this
is, a suicide mission?

- Come here.

Come here.

So, what are you gonna do, eh?

What are you gonna do?

You're gonna throw yourself
at the mercy of bushido?

Aye, now, that would be suicide.

- Save us the crap, major.

- Huh?

Oh, he didn't tell you?

Some of his best trades
are with the Japs.

Well, how'd you think they
get such good medicine?

Ain't that right, Yanker?

You tell them, Yanker, eh?

Huh?

- You are endangering the life
of every man in this camp.

I don't think they agree
with your idea of justice.

- So, what, are you the
voice of the people now, eh?

Or you may be just a wee bit too

Jap happy for your own good.

Ernie, we Argylls have
got to stick together.

And you know that's what
the colonel would say.

Good boy.

(suspenseful music)

- "Greater love hath
no man than this,

"that a man lay down his
life for his friends.

"You have heard that it was
said that you shall love your

"neighbor and hate your enemy.

"But I say to you,
love your enemy,

"and pray for those
who persecute you.

"For what shall it profit a man
if he gains the whole world,

"but loses his soul?

"Or what will a man give
in exchange for his soul?"

(clock ticking)
- Not, not.

(speaking foreign language)
(suspenseful music)

You're making a
terrible mistake.

I can get you anything you want.

American chocolate, whiskey,

American cigarette,
how about a watch?

- [Ernest] The major
imagined Reardon a threat.

To him, a man without
a sense of duty,

loyal to no one but himself,
is already a traitor.

- Shit.

(speaking foreign language)

(light dramatic music)

- No, please.

Please!

It's my school.

It's my school!

Major Campbell struck
a deal with the Japs.

I was to be left alone.

In his mind, this was
not considered betrayal.

The school had
delayed his plans.

Men were changing their minds.

And Dusty had been the catalyst.

(Dusty groaning)
(speaking foreign language)

(lever clanking)
(Dusty gagging)

(Dusty groaning)

This book teaches to
turn the other cheek.

We read these books, and
we become better slaves

for the emperor.

(speaking foreign language)

(slapping)

(chuckling)

- You did ask for it, Ernie.

- Well, maybe I should
have quoted something

from the song of songs, eh?

(speaking foreign language)

- He says the book
is superstition.

(speaking foreign language)

Captain Noguchi says the
railroad progress is too slow.

He received orders
from headquarters,

requiring us to finish
six months earlier

than it was scheduled.

- Honorable sir, that's, that.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Takashi] You are dismissed.

(speaking foreign language)

- Superstition.

(Jim groaning)

♪ I'm a Yankee doodle dandy ♪

♪ Yankee doodle, do or die ♪

♪ A real live nephew
of my Uncle Sam ♪

♪ Born on the fourth of July ♪

♪ I've got a Yankee
doodle sweetheart ♪

♪ She's my Yankee doodle joy ♪

♪ Yankee doodle came to London
just to ride the ponies ♪

♪ I am that Yankee doodle boy ♪

I'm still alive,
you Jap bastards!

You can understand
that, can't you?

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

(spitting)
(coughing)

(screaming)

(speaking foreign language)

- [Ernest] They could take
away our books and classes,

but we were determined
they couldn't take away

what we had learned
in our university.

Dusty led some of the men
out of the death house

to help trawl water.

His example of what
we were learning

inspired us to work
like never before.

(groaning)

And our captors noticed.

As for the major, we refused
to get even with him,

to pay him back in kind.

And it began to eat at him.

(flies buzzing)
(gasping)

(panting)

(coughing)

(humming)

(train whistle blowing)

(grunting)
(speaking foreign language)

- Captain Noguchi says he
gives you your books back

for you to keep learning.

(light music)

Captain Noguchi graciously
gives you these gifts

for being good workers.

- Aye.
- Move, come on.

- [Man] Get out of
the way, watch it.

- What is it?
- Let me through,

let me through.
- You'll get it.

Watch your back.
- All right.

What have we got here?

(light dramatic music)

(men laughing)

- Here you go, buddy.
- Yeah.

- We're back in business, lads!

- [Man] I'm surprised
that they know

that we're really moving.

- Hey, these are
three years old.

- Yeah, Japanese import laws.

- There's mail in here!

(man gasping)
- Oh, let me see it!

(muffled talking)

- Ow.
- Oh, shit.

(horn blowing)

(flies buzzing)

(Jim groaning)

(dog tags jingling)

- [Ernest] From that day
on, Yanker never spoke much.

Something had
changed inside him.

It was hard to tell whether
it was for the better...

Or the worse.

- Chip chip, muckers.

Graduation ceremonies
are coming.

I want a tip-top
performance out of you.

Continue.

(horns blowing)
(orchestral music)

- Gentlemen, let's continue.

- "Marked to die, we are
enough to do our country loss.

"And if to live, the fewer men
the greater share of honor.

"He that shall live,
and see old age,

"then shall he strip his
sleeve and show his scars

"and say, these wounds
I had on Crispin's Day.

"Old men forget, yet
all shall be forgotten."

- Meat, meat!

- Beef!
(men cheering)

(light music)

Yanker decided to join us.

A bit late in the term,
but eager to catch up.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Man] Here, to me.

- You're a good teacher.

- What's your name?

I'm Nagase, Takashi Nagase.

- Hello, Takashi.

I'm Ernest.

I've actually been
wondering where you learned

such excellent English.

- I was educated at Cambridge.

To be a good translator,

I thought one must
understand the culture.

- So, what do you
think of the British?

- I think there is a
lot to learn from them.

- And can I ask you,
honorable Takashi,

what you're doing
here in this camp?

- I, I was classified
low physical fitness.

Prisoner of war camp
is not honorable place

for a Japanese soldier.

It is more like punishment.

Shame for his entire family.

- Well, what about Sergeant Ito?

Surely he's the
consummate soldier.

- He accepted the blame
for the bad decision

that his superior made.

It resulted in the deaths
of most of his squad.

- Right, so that's
why he's so bitter?

- No.

In bushido, it is an
honor to be punished

in place of your superior.

According to our
imperial rescript,

in the emperor's army,

a single life weighs
less than a feather.

- [Ernest] No matter
how good things got,

we were still slaves
building a railway,

being starved to death.

Thousands of us in a dozen
other prison camps, as well.

(speaking foreign language)

And as if that weren't enough,

the major and his dangerous plan

seemed ready to
explode at any moment.

(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)

(speaking foreign language)

It was a sobering
thought when we realized

we weren't the only
slaves being used

in the name of the emperor.

They called them comfort women;

spoils of Japanese conquest.

(speaking foreign language)

(men laughing)

A conquest whose original
intent was to purify the spirit.

Where the true warrior deems
his sword the soul of bushido.

(grunting)
The key of heaven and hell.

A symbol of what he carries in
his heart; loyalty and honor.

(dramatic music)

(camera clicking)

(branches cracking)

We finished the railroad
in October of 1943,

six months ahead of schedule.

A real cause for celebration.

Like we were told in
the very beginning,

they built it over
the white man's body.

- Those damned yellow
mongoloid nips,

acting as if they
built the bloody thing.

- Bloody railway of death.

- Yeah, that's the
least of our concerns.

- What do you mean?

- We built the railway.

Don't need us anymore.

(speaking foreign language)

(car engine rumbling)

(speaking foreign language)

- Those of you to
the right of me

will be immediately
transferred to another camp.

- [Ernest] It seemed
like the final hindrance

to the major's plan.

Half of his men were
split apart that day,

sent away, never seen again.

(speaking foreign language)

- [Takashi] Attention,
all prisoners.

There is a shovel
missing from a tool shed.

The one who has taken the
shovel, return it now.

(suspenseful music)

(speaking foreign language)

If the shovel is not returned,

the entire camp will
suffer punishment.

You will respect us.
(dramatic music)

(shovel thudding)
(Jim groaning)

(panting)

(shovel thudding)
(Jim groaning)

(gagging)
(coughing)

(gasping)

(shovel thudding)
(Jim groaning)

(speaking foreign language)

The shovel was found.

- [Ernest] There was a miscount.

A simple, bloody miscount.

(speaking foreign language)

(shovel thudding)
(man groaning)

(Ito panting)
(man groaning)

(shovel clanking)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

- You are dismissed.

- [Ernest] What would
compel a man once so selfish

to sacrifice himself for others?

- Boys, I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel my legs.

- Tonight's the
graduation ceremony.

Japs have all been invited.

That means a slim to
zero chance of anyone

being left in the guardhouse.

- Major, you're
not still planning

on going through with this?
(somber music)

There's only six of us.

We lost six men.

I thought it was near
impossible with 12.

God in heaven knows we
haven't got a chance with six.

- Now you're privy to the
mind of God in heaven?

- Well, no, but--

- I will not tolerate
double-mindedness.

(somber music)

- I'm staying.

- Well, that leaves five.

(chuckling)
Don't worry, boys.

You don't worry, boys.

We'll have our justice.

- [Ernest] Major Charlie
Fraser, language.

(men applauding)
(men cheering)

Sergeant Bingo
Johnson, philosophy.

(men applauding)
(men cheering)

And last, but by no means least

Private Wallace
Hamilton, ethics.

(men applauding)
(men cheering)

Gentlemen, the graduates
from our jungle university.

(men applauding)
(men cheering)

Well, let the festivities begin.

(bag pipe music)

The music we heard that
night was less than perfect.

In fact, it was bloody terrible.

But we didn't care.

In our hearts, we
heard what it could be.

We heard the true
spirit of the music,

and that was pure freedom.
(classical music)

♪ Drawn by thee,
our souls aspiring ♪

♪ Soar to uncreated light ♪

♪ Word of God ♪

♪ Our flesh that fashioned ♪

♪ With the fire of
life impassioned ♪

♪ Soaring, dying
'round thy throne ♪

(guard groaning)

- If we are marked to die,

we are enough to do
our country loss.

(thudding)

- Fucking won't buckle.
- Stop, stop.

Guard, guard, down, down!

(guard groaning)
(neck snapping)

Come in.

Come on, now.

Glad you could make it.

- Well, the music
was bloody awful.

- He that shall see this
day and live old age

shall stand at tip-toe
when this day is named.

Then shall he strip his
sleeve and show his scars

and say--
(clanking)

- [Man] There's no
ammo in this thing--

- [Ian] Find it!

- [Man] Come on.

- [Foxworth] Old men forget,
yet all shall be forgot.

(Ian hushes)

- It's a B-24.

It's Liberators.

- How can you be sure?
- It's unmistakable, that.

Sweet music.

It's Liberators!

- [Ernest] Allied aircraft.

They couldn't see us, but
we could sure hear them,

and we knew that
the war was turning.

(cheering)

(speaking foreign language)

- (speaking foreign
language), me arse!

(gunshot banging)

(men panting)

(sirens wailing)

(gentle music)
♪ You ever wish they shared ♪

♪ Somewhere to go or heal ♪

♪ This burden on your joy ♪

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

- Attention, prisoners.

These men are guilty
of murdering two guards

who represent the imperial army.

And of conspiracy to commit--
- Give us this day our

daily bread.
- Insurrection.

They have violated the
mercy of the emperor

and his venerable sergeant.

Such bad deeds must be punished.

Honorable sergeant Ito
will now dispense with

the prescribed and
just punishment.

(muffled whispers)

- Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done.

Give us this day
our daily bread.

Forgive me, forgive me.
♪ Father ♪

(singing in foreign language)

♪ It's better now, go join ♪

(stuttering)
(speaking foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

- [Ian] Forgive me.

- Major.

- Amen.
(speaking foreign language)

(gunshots banging)

(gasping)

(speaking foreign language)

(Ian gasping)
- Bastard.

- Ito.

(speaking foreign language)

- Dusty?

What are you saying?

What are you saying?

Dusty?

(light dramatic music)
- No!

No!

(speaking foreign language)
No!

No!

No!

Dusty!

- Come on, Cockney.
(Ian whimpering)

Okay.

- Major!

Major, what did he say?

Major, please,
what did Dusty say?

Major!

- Oh.

My boys.

Sorry.

(hammer pounding)

(gasping)

- No, no, no!

No, no!

(thudding)
(Dusty groaning)

(Dusty crying)

No.

(Dusty panting)

- [Ito] Superstition.

- Do it.

(Dusty panting)
(speaking foreign language)

(hammer pounding)
(Dusty groaning)

(Dusty screaming)
(somber music)

(Ernest panting)

(gasping)

- Dusty!

Dusty!

Dusty!

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

When Dusty Miller died,
something in the hearts

and minds of every
man died with him.

What we had somehow managed
to hold on to for years

of survival now seemed
utterly meaningless,

like God himself was playing
a cruel joke on us all.

Until I remembered Dusty's
words so very long ago.

"Except a corn of wheat fall
into the ground and die,

"it abideth alone.

"But if it die, it
bringeth forth much fruit."

("Amazing Grace")

I never found out what
Dusty said to Ito that day,

but I knew I had witnessed
the power of forgiveness.

- Attention.

Soon all inferior races
will bow before the majesty

of the emperor and the
knights of the bushido.

(plane engine roaring)

- [Ernest] When we
heard the planes again,

we thought our deliverance
had finally arrived.

(men cheering)
(men applauding)

And then it happened.

- Hail, knights of bullshitto!

- Our own allies thought
we were the enemy.

(explosions booming)

Come on, give me a hand.

(crashing)

(speaking foreign language)

(explosions booming)
- Stop, stop.

- Go, I'm fine!

Help the other men!

(explosions booming)

- Please, help me!

Help me, Ernie!

- Just don't look at it, man!

Don't look at it, it's nothing.

- Ernie, (whimpering)
- It's nothing.

Don't look at it, man!

- They thought we
was nips, Ernie!

I almost made it!

I got killed by my
own side, Ernie!

- No, no, you're not killed.

You're wounded.

- They thought we was nips!
(Ernie hushes)

- Don't leave me,
don't leave me, man.

Don't you leave me, man.
(muffled talking)

Don't you leave me, man.

Don't leave me, man.

Stay with me, man.

Stay with me, man!

No!
(explosions booming)

(lamp shattering)
(speaking foreign language)

- Look out!
- Get up and help.

- [Ernest] An enemy location
was also hit nearby.

The wounded had abandoned
their posts, looking for help.

Their arrival at our
camp would compel us

to make the most important
decision of our lives,

a decision that would
defy the bushido code

of honor and shame.

(speaking foreign language)

(truck engine sputtering)

(speaking foreign language)

- Ernest.

Captain Gordon, I forbid
you to give comfort

and aid to the enemy.

- Major, those are wounded,
dying human beings.

They're no harm to us.

- Ernie, get back
to your own men.

- Can someone please
get me some water?

Could someone please
get me some water?

(light dramatic music)

(singing in foreign language)

(clattering)

(monkeys cackling)

(wind howling)

We were left alone
by our captors.

Nowhere to go.

Nothing to do.

An uncertain future,

with only a makeshift
radio left behind,

hoping for any word
from the outside.

(light music)
(plane engine rumbling)

"To all allied prisoners of war.

"The Japanese forces have
surrendered unconditionally,

"and the war is over."

(uplifting music)
(singing in foreign language)

- "For he today that
sheds his blood with me

"shall be my brother.

"Be he ne'er so vile,

"this day shall
gentle his condition.

"From this day to the
ending of the world,

"but we in it shall
be remembered.

"We few, we happy few,
we band of brothers."

(wind whistling)

- [Soldier] Where
are the guards?

- They left.

Fled into the jungle, from us.

- Which direction?

- I have no idea.

(dramatic music)

(Ito screaming)

(thudding)
(Ito groaning)

- You're a man of true
principle and devotion.

And, you know, I want
to be just like you.

Just like you.

(Ito gasping)

- [Ernest] Major Campbell.

- Hey, Ernie.

You're just in time, huh?

- [Ernest] You're
making a mistake.

- No.

No, I'm making justice, man.

Making justice.

- Don't you think I want this?

Eh?

We all deserve to see him
suffer, but this is not right.

Hm?

Hm?

- Aye.
(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)
- Oh!

(Ernest groaning)

- You stupid, stupid wee boy!

(light dramatic music)
Stupid wee boy!

(Ernest gasping)

God forgive me!

Oh, God forgive me!

Oh, God forgive me, son!

Forgive me, son.

- No!

(Ito groaning)

(Ian gasping)

What is the consequence
of a single life

weighing less than a feather?

- Bastard!

Bastard!

- [Ernest] War is the final
destination of hatred.

(Ian crying)

When you look in the
eyes of the enemy,

and you see yourself.

- Come here.

Come here.

(Ian sobbing)

- [Ernest] At what price mercy?

(thudding)

Who is my neighbor?

How many times shall
I forgive my brother?

What does it mean to
love one's enemies?

What can a man give in
exchange for his soul?

These are the questions that
I faced in my prison camp.

The answers changed
my life forever.

(gentle somber music)
(singing in foreign language)

(bagpipe music)

(singing in foreign language)

♪ Find the place where
the swords cannot go ♪

♪ Where the guns can
no longer be heard ♪

♪ Find the place where
the flames cannot burn ♪

♪ If we'll live one
day we'll learn ♪

(gentle somber music)

(bagpipe music)

(drums rolling)

(gentle somber music)
(singing in foreign language)

♪ Father (speaking
foreign language) ♪

♪ It's better now, go join ♪

(singing in foreign language)