All language subtitles for Blood.and.Glory.2018.V2.HDRip.XviD.AC3-EVO

[solemn music playing]

[narrator] Around 20,000
Boer militia from the two
independent Boer Republics,

the Transvaal and
the Orange Free State,

are left fighting
against 340,000
trained British soldiers.

Yet, the might
of the British army

cannot bring the tenacious
Boers to their knees.

The British Commander,
Lord Kitchener,

orders the burning
of all Boer farms.

Livestock and water supplies
are poisoned and destroyed,

and all women and children are
placed in concentration camps,

to force
the Boer militia to surrender.

Thousands died
in Lord Kitchener's camps.

This has the opposite effect
on the Boers
that Kitchener had hoped for.

Boers from the neighboring
British Cape Colony rise up,

and more than
12,000 Cape rebels

take up arms
against the British crown
throughout the war.

The punishment for
their high treason is severe.

In most cases,
the death penalty.

But still, they fight on.

Just think,

we thought we'd never have a child...

God has blessed us.

He has.

He knew you were meant to be a father,

a farmer...

not a soldier.

Anna.

What am I going to tell your son

if you don't come back?

"Your father chose the war over us"?

I'm sorry, Willem.

Where is the nearest camp?

The Brits are about 80 miles
towards Kimberley.

We can't stay here for too long.

Japie may be my brother,
but he isn't the world's best scout.

Even if I do say so myself.

I'm not talking about
the British camps.

Where is the nearest concentration camp?

Norvalspont. Why?

How much ammunition do you have?

Willem, I have almost nothing left.

Then you better shoot to kill.

Willem...

Willem.

[Willem] Hyah!

Come on, Willem...

Willem.

Damn, Willem!

[horses neighing]

[birds chirping]

[gunshot]

There we go!
All right, I'm gonna
step and see.

Hang on, it's still moving.

Oi, I'm telling you,
it's still moving.

It don't count
if you shoot it up close.

Bastards!

Willem, please, this is crazy!

Let's go speak to Commandant Veldsman
and get a few more men.

You know what his answer will be...

Can we at least find
more ammunition somewhere?

Where?

I don't know.

Somewhere.

See to the guards
on the eastern and western side.

Leave the two yellow bellies
at the bottom to me.

Willem, if they catch you,
they will kill you.

Without my wife and child,
I'm already dead.

Willem!

Give them hell.

Shoot to kill.

Lord...

please spare us today.

[cocks gun]

[intense music playing]

Who's this now?

[music intensifies]

Oh, my God!

They're attacking!

The Boers are attacking!

-[gunshot]
-[gasps]

[soldiers clamoring]

Ah!

He's coming down the back!

Anna!

Anna Morkel!

Anna Wilhelmina Morkel!

Willem!

Anna!

Maryke... Where's Anna?

[horse whinnies]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

Willem!

[baby crying]

Willem.

Take your son!

Where is Anna?

Just take him and go.

Maryke...

Maryke... Where's Anna?

She's dead.

Run!

Get out of here.

[baby screaming]

Willem!

Willem!

[sergeant] Close in on him.

[crying softly]

[groans]

No, no, no.

-[bird flies away]
-Don't move--

an inch.

I'm so sorry, Father.

Did you manage
to finish him, at least?

Oh.

Well, better luck next time?

Katherine, how long
have I been here?

-Three years, Father.
-That's right, three years now.

Three years...

during which time I have
looked under every rock,

scoured every blade of grass
on this damned island,

in search of the elusive
Saint Helena plover.

He did seem
rather large for a plover,
don't you think, Father?

The wirebird,
as he is fondly called
by the local populace,

is, in fact, so scarce,
he is found in one location,

and one location only,
across the entire globe.

And that is this island.

That is why they named
the little fellow
their national bird,

and even introduced him
onto their Coat of Arms.

[sighs]

With the podians'
stay on this island,

our naval fleet introduced
a rather lovely breed of rat

that feasts on the eggs
of this poor creature.

And since then, it has assumed
almost mythical proportions.

The Boer camps were
the final nail in the coffin.

So, the chances
of there being a next time
are rather slim, my dear.

I was only trying
to get a better look, Father.

I know.

I'm just being cantankerous,
because it was
the final picture of my book.

-Perhaps I could--
-Father.

I thought you told them
the island couldn't
handle any more.

[Sterndale] I did, but [sighs]

who listens to
an old civil servant?

Best we go down there

and show these poor souls
at least two friendly faces

before they enter the camps.

[steamship whistling]

The English have used this deserted rock
as a prison for centuries.

Napoleon,

the King of the Zulus,

and now the Boers.

The only way to escape
is in a coffin.

Just ask Napoleon.

All right, listen up.

Line up on starboard, come on.

-Come on, get up.
-Move it, move it.

No more than
ten men per boat.

Anyone caught trying to
make a swim for it
will be shot.

[soldier] Forward!

Pull!

Pull!

Come on, move it,
move it, move it.

Don't have bloody
all night, come on.

Shake a leg.

Now, clear the area
as quick as you can,

line up, five men
take this to the Corporal.

-Now, prisoners from
the Republic...
-Come on.

...that used to be
known as Transvaal,
line up on my left.

And prisoners from the Republic
that used to be known as
the Orange Free State,

line up on the right.

-Not used to be. Still is.
-All right, shut up.

Won't listen to anybody
that does not show us respect.

You will do what
I bloody well tell you to do.

And I sure as hell won't listen to
a short, fat English sergeant.

[sergeant]
Hey, what did you say?

Stop laughing!

You will bloody well
tell me what you said!

I'm a commandant
of Transvaal Republic.

Let it go, Gideon.

I said I won't take
any orders from short, little,
fat English Sergeants.

You listen to me.

[shouting] You are
a prisoner of war
of the British Army,

and you'll bloody well do
what I tell you to do.

Are we clear?

Make me.

Sergeant!

Sir.

-Step away from the Kommandant.
-Yes, sir.

I must apologize
on behalf of the Sergeant.

Sometimes my men
lack the necessary skills...

or rank

in dealing with someone
of your standing.

I'm Colonel Swannell.

Kommandant Scheepers.

Of the Republican Army.

Everyone knows
we don't have an army.

We're just normal farmers
fighting for our freedom.

Right.

Militia...

In which case,

he has no rank.

[groaning]

Sergeant, let me
explain to you what
you're dealing with here.

A bunch of ogres

who've been left on their own
in the wilderness to rule
themselves for far too long.

So backward and inbred.

Their primitive gray matter
has festered a decay in
their minds, called Republics.

Now the only reason that
they've been able to build
these ramshackled Republics,

is that the good Lord,
in a moment of distraction,

decided to give them
an abundance of minerals.

Gold, diamonds,
unmatched in all the Empire.

Lesson learned, Sergeant.

Thank God, the Queen
in her infinite wisdom,

decided to intervene,

and save South Africa
from the Boers.

Now, lick
the Sergeant's boots.

Oh, let me give you
a hand with that.

[groans]

I said,
lick this Sergeant's boots!

Lick them.

Can you taste it?

Civilization.

-Take him away.
-Yes, sir.

Come on.

[Swannell] Now...

is there anyone else
that I can assist?

-Sergeant.
-Yes, sir?

There is one thing, Colonel.

All right, you bloody shut--

What are you doing, Willem?

Yes?

Do you Australians shoot
the sheep before or after
you have your way with them?

Maybe during.

That way, you can keep them busy
while you shoot them in
their heads from behind.

[scoffing]

[Sterndale] Colonel Swannell.

We will not have that

while I am still Governor
on this island.

May I remind you,
Governor Sterndale,

that this island
is under martial law.

[Sterndale]
And may I remind you,
Colonel Swannell,

that martial law does not
allow summary execution
without fair trial.

Take him away to the camp
along with the rest of the men.

All right, sir.

[sergeant] All right,
you heard the man.
Let's go.

This island...

I've got more rats
in my camp than you've got
people on this island.

Ever wonder
why the Queen gave you
such a prestigious post?

Mrs. Grenthall.

It's Miss Sterndale.

Yes, of course.
My apologies.

Why do you let him
talk to you like that, Father?

That was either
very brave or very stupid.

I can't make up me mind which.

I don't speak
to you Britishers.

You can call me many things,

but don't be
calling me British.

[groaning]

Almost there.

[soldier] Get a move on,
you lazy bastards.

Come on.

This is Stonewood camp.

This is not
a prisoner of war camp,

as you're not prisoners of war.

This is an internment camp
for traitors.

It's for bastards like you,

that took up arms against
their own Queen and country.

Traitors do not
share the same rights

as the subjects
of the Boer Republics.

You will be subject
to the rules and regulations

set forth by Colonel Swannell.

-That is total--
-Keep your mouth shut, old man.

Colonel Swannell has ordered
orientation exercises
for the rest of the day...

and you will be denied
rations this evening.

You got these two gobshites
to thank for that.

Try any of that
bullshit with me, boy,

I'll break your jaw.

Double time, Private.

Let's see what these
bastards are made of.

[private] Right.
Time to get civilized, boys.

Time to get a push
out of you, little boy.

When your hut
is unlocked each morning,

you will receive bread and water
rations for the rest of the day.

You will then march
to Stonewood quarry

and labor will commence
at 6:00 a.m. sharp.

You'll return to camp
at 9:00 p.m.

[sarcastically] Oh, good.
Union hours.

You stick to the rules,
and life here will be splendid.

[shouting marching slogans]

[splashing]

Look at them
poor bastards, Corporal.

Thought them boys
were made of shit and cement.

It seems they are, sir.

Well, just have to
keep squeezing 'em
till the shit runs out.

Come on, you lazy lot.

[clamoring]

Come on, move it.

[clamoring]

Stop shirking, you bastard.

Come on. Go on,
you little girl, move.

There will be no contact with
prisoners from other camps

nor civilians.

[soldier] Come on,
move it, you bastards.

I can't anymore.

Get that man up.

You can.

Don't think about the pain.

Push through it.

I said get that man up,
you lazy bastard.

Get him up!

[groaning]

Get up!

[soldier] Keep going!

[soldier] Move.

Keep moving. Go!

Water.

Are they really not giving us any food?

Now you'll be seated
in the center facing them.

Eat!

Oi, turn around.

I said turn around!

Please, Sergeant.

Turn around!

Please, give them my food.

Right.
Eat, you bastards.

He said, "Eat"!

Water.

Please, God, water...

[sergeant] Where--
where you going, boy?

You heard me.
Sit down.

[shouting]
I said sit down, boy.

-Take him.
-Get off.

Come on, move it.

Get up.

[tumbler clattering]

Bastard!

Take these two as well.

-Colonel's orders.
-Yes, Sergeant.

-Move.
-Right.

Get up, you ruddy oaf.

Come on, let's go.

Right. Eat up.

And your new friends will sleep
where they sit tonight.

That man will die.

He's not a man.

He's a Boer.

[door shuts]

Are you... thirsty?

Oh, yeah.

I spent a couple of years
in the war fighting in
the Eastern Transvaal.

And in that time,
I grew to despise your people.

I took great pleasure in wiping
as many of you off the face
of the earth as possible.

[choking]

It would have been a lot more

if we didn't have to
deal with the spineless,
bureaucratic bastards

like Governor Sterndale.

He, uh,

takes pity on the
lower species like you.

[shuddering]

But I have no such qualms

about putting a bullet
in the head of
the runt of the litter.

So, at first,

you can understand
I was quite disappointed

that I couldn't
shoot you this afternoon.

[sighs]

But then, it dawned on me,

that that is exactly
what you want.

So I'm gonna keep you alive,

so that I can break you.

And then, and only then,

will I put you
out of your misery.

And if I do it myself?

[chuckling]
I'm guessing you won't.

Pride.

Pride is the downfall
of you people.

So...

you'll... stay alive,

and try to be courageous
like the stupid bastards
in the ground next to you.

And then--
And then, one morning,
suddenly you'll wake up,

and you'll realize
where you are.

You'll realize
you've lost your country.

You'll understand
the Boer nation
has been exterminated.

Then... you will know

that we've won.

-Lock it up.
-Yes, sir.

Put these on.
When you're finished,
you can eat.

[clattering]

He's gone.

[soldier] Oi!

I don't know
what he's saying.

He needs water.

Fetch some.

You must never...

You must never give up.

[shoveling]

Hey.

I said, do you have any pounds on you?

No.

Are you sure?

Because if you do,
you can eat well tonight.

Or drink.

Smoke... anything.

It just depends on how much you have.

I have nothing.

It's hard to believe.

Everyone knows you have to smuggle
something in if you're captured.

Even the children know that.

I have nothing.

In any case,
I wouldn't know where to hide it.

There are lots of holes
the Brits don't like digging in.

What camp is that?

That's Deadwood.

A Transvaler camp.

It looks different to ours.

Life is good there.

They can do
whatever they want.

What are they playing?

That's rugby.

The Brits' favorite sport.

Rugby's the only thing
those bastards ever gave
the world that's worth a damn.

You see, you have to be
a bloody spy to think like that.

[clamoring]

Willem Morkel.

It was a brave thing
you did last night.

I should have left him.

I just gave him false hope.

At least you tried.

We're already dead.

We just don't realize it yet.

Phil Blignaut, from Bloemfontein.

Pleased to meet you.

You must excuse Daniel.

He went to war

and took both his boys with him.

His own brother betrayed him
to the English.

When they were caught,

he had to watch his boys get executed.

His wife blames him for their deaths.

You know...

you can fight against your enemy,

but you can't fight your own people.

How far do you think one can swim?

Not far enough.

One day in the quarry and
now you think you're tough?

I'm not a child.

I've been fighting for more than a year.

Just listen to this child.

You're not the first one
to think about swimming to the boats.

Do you know what happened to
the arseholes who tried?

They're buried in the shallow graves
near the coffins.

Take your stuff and go.

Here comes the arsehole
with his puppets.

Let's go.

The King's Own Royal Lancaster
Regiment's rugby sport.

Besides destroying the Boers,
it's the Colonel's biggest pleasure.

He specifically brought in
Lieutenant Butler to lead his team.

He plays for England.

Brilliant player.

-You know him?
-No.

But our paths have crossed.

Few years back,
when he was a school boy,

I was training a rival school
in Tipperary, at Scots College.

He single-handedly
destroyed us on that day.

Excellent player.

And he knows it.

Top-scoring player for
the British on their tours.

Then Daniel should know him.

Who?

Daniel. He played
for South Africa against
the British in '96.

He just learnt the game because

he was trained at Victoria College

whilst playing against the British.

It's different than
being a spy.

Daniel.

Have you ever played against Butler?

He should start a team.
Teach the men how to play.

And I've always said
the Boers would be
a force to be reckoned with

if they played rugby.

When I played that game,
I still believed
the British were men.

Not monsters.

I would rather die
than touch a rugby ball again.

[whistle blowing]

[sergeant shouting]
Get back to work.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Get on with it.

Pick up your feet.
Get off your arses.

Oi, you there. Get up.

Come on, lads. Move along.

Oi, kick it here.

[man] Yeah, kick it over.
Let's see if you can reach.

Let's see if you can even
make a connection on it.

All right.

Back to training, lads.

Prisoners seem to be in need
of some exercise, Sergeant.

Right you are, sir.

Great. Let's see you
line up with some rocks.

Thanks a lot.

[soldier] Come on, stop.

I said stop!

[gunshot]

[soldier] Get up.

[man groaning]

[man panting]

Lieutenant Butler.

-Sir?
-Fetch your revolver.

Yes, sir.

[suspenseful music]

Sir.

On my order.

Sir?

Is there a problem, Butler?

A prisoner tried to escape.

Yes, sir.

Run.

He can't shoot me.

Or do it
where he's standing.
You can take your chances.

Makes no difference to me.

But--

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, Lieutenant,

six, five...

two, one.

[gunshots]

[exhales]

Let's work on
those rocks, shall we?

[grave music plays]

We'll never survive without meat.

That's why the men
look for worms under the rocks.

[crying]

Wynand, what's going on?

Keep quiet.

Oi, what's going on
over there?

[Wynand continues crying]

Get him out of here before
Lieutenant Butler arrives.

-Shut up.
-Just shut up.

Please, keep quiet.

-Oi.
-What's going on over there?

I said keep your mouth shut,
little boy.

Shut up!

Get up!

Get him up.
Get off me.

-Get him up, now!
-Yes, sir.

Get him up.

Wynand...

Shut up!

[Wynand continues crying]

Shut up!

[Wynand screaming]

Here comes the Governor's
weekly bit of charity.

[Wynand continues crying]

"Love is kind
and is not jealous.

Love does not brag
and is not arrogant."

[Wynand's screaming continues]

"Love does not
act unbecomingly.

It does not seek its own.

Is not provoked.

It does not take into account
a wrong suffered.

Love does not rejoi--"

"Love does not rejoice
in unrighteousness,

but rejoices with truth.

Love never fails."

Great and everlasting being

To be feared

Punish me not in anger

You really do have
a way with words, Katherine.

They are not my words.

I thought you might join us

for the game
against Deadwood camp,
tomorrow afternoon.

You said this kind
of treatment would stop!

"Treatment"?
It's only a game of rugby.

I'm not talking
about the rugby!

I'm talking about
that man I heard screaming

from that box buried
in the ground back there.

It's not my decision.
The Colonel has
given his orders.

You looked me in the eye
and you promised me

that these prisoners
would be treated with dignity

and respect.

-Now, Katherine, I--
-You tell your Colonel,
these are men, not animals.

They are human beings
with rights,

who'll one day look back
and only remember the horrors
of the British Empire

inflicted upon them.

This will stop now.

Or I swear to you,
I shall write to
Lord Chamberlain myself.

I shall write
to the Queen if I have to,

and demand that heads roll
for these barbaric acts,

including yours.

-Katherine, please--
-Don't...

call me Katherine.

[rats squeaking]

That was a mighty kick
you gave that ball today.

There's nothing to it.

It's like kicking pine cones
at the river.

I was serious today.

You boys will make
great rugby players.

You're mentally strong.

Built like brick shithouses,
you could run circles
around the English.

You want to get
this lot to play together?

A sport is
a way of doing that.

All they need is a common enemy,
and who better than the English?

My friend, you seem to have
learned nothing about the Boers
in your time with them.

They're the most
stubborn nation on earth.

We cannot stand together.

Never have. Never will.

This war is once again
proof of that.

The Irish, my friend,

they've been oppressed by
the English more than 700 years,

and we still fight
amongst ourselves, trust me.

I understand the Boers.

But, if you give them
someone to look up to...

And that won't be me.

Speak to Daniel Malherbe.
He's your rugby man.

I wish I could.

But he's got even more
of a death wish than you.

At least you still have
some fight left in your bones.

Now listen to me, Irishman.

You know nothing about me.
Nor does anyone else here.

And I want to
keep it that way, understand?

-Their rights?
-Yes, sir.

I tried to explain that
they have no rights, sir,
but she, uh,

she didn't give me a chance.

Said she'd report our...
"misconduct" was
the word she used.

Stupid bloody suffrages.

It's a disease, I think.

Tea from China.

Sugar from the Caribbean.

Perfect examples
of civilization,

yet impossible
without war or slavery.

that the Stonewood prisoners
may compete in the Trafalgar Day
celebrations this weekend.

That'll keep her
out of our hair for a while.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, Lieutenant.

Best we keep
the official facts straight

about yesterday's little,
uh, shooting incident.

Wouldn't want to see you
face a commission because of
an inaccurate report.

Yes, sir.

Are you boys ready
for this afternoon, then?

Of course, sir.

But I--
I actually feel we need
stronger warm-up games

if we hope to put one
over Colonel McGuire's team
in the quarters next month.

Playing against the Boer team
may seem trivial to our men,

but let's not underestimate
the impact of

a crushing defeat
will have on the prisoners.

-See to it.
-Yes, sir.

[man]
Right, come on, lads.

[grunting]

[Finn] That's their job...

To move the ball
as far up the field
as possible

before the opposition team's
forward stop it.

[grunting]

And it's a matter of digging in
and digging out with your feet.

We don't care.

Keep quiet.

Just remember.

[players grunting]

You said there are
nine forwards
who can ruck and scrum,

and then the half-back
can pass the ball up.

Yes, but it's only after
the ruck is formed

that you can compete
for the ball by pushing others.

And no hands in the ruck.

It's only after
the ball comes
out of the ruck

can the half-back take it
and pass it to one
of the four three-quarters

or the fallback.

Now it's just a matter
of beating the defense.

[all] Oof!

And scoring an easy try.

[cheering]

Just remember,

two short whistles.

I don't think this is a good idea.

Relax. It's going to work. You'll see.

-Yes!
-[whistle blows]

Well done, Butler.

[applause]

[whistle blows]

That bloody Brit ran right over that Boer.

He just couldn't get a proper
hold on him, that's all.

They were just lucky.

He is aiming too high.

Take out a man's legs
and he's got nowhere to go.

That's right.

But he wouldn't know that
because nobody's told him
how to play the game.

[whistle blows]

[whistle blows]

[clamoring]

[laughing]

The man's got
a gift for the game.

Scrum men, scrum.

Come on!

[clamoring]

Are they allowed to do that?

Not at all.

The Boers are never going to win

if they also have to play
against the umpire.

Referee.

[clamoring]

Tackle that man!

[whistle blows]

[clamoring]

Take the gap!

Stop him.

[cheering]

Stop him.

[whistle blows]

[cheers and applause]

[whistle blows]

[Finn]
You could smile, at least.

It's just one try.

At least it's a start, huh?

Come on!

[Finn] Look at the face
of the lad over there.
[laughing]

[whistling softly]

Wynand!

[tense music playing]

[sergeant] All right, you lot,
move down towards the coffins.

Now, come on,
move, move, move.

Keep going, move.

Come on, move.

Move it.

Get up.

Get up. Get up.

Untie his hands.

You may join the rest.

[whispers] Go on.

Just because you
betrayed your friend

does not mean that
you will escape punishment.

Turn around.

He said turn around!

[grave music playing]

What if we defeat you?

Would you let the boy go?

What?

What if a team of prisoners
from this camp
defeat your rugby team?

Would you spare
the boy's life?

Now why would I do
something like that?

'Cause if we lose,
I will take his bullet.

Willem!

If you lose,

you both take a bullet.

And if we win,
you spare our lives.

No.

A life for a life,
Mr. Morkel.

If you win,
I will spare his life.

Either way,
you're a dead man.

You were, the moment
you stepped onto this island.

Accepted.

But you must give us
time to practice.

After you've completed
your labor for the day,

you may practice.

You have one month
to prepare.

Best you start
to gather your team.

Take him away.

Move.

Don't play.

Please don't play.

Leave me alone.

It was my mistake.

Please don't let him play.

Right.

You got an hour's practice
before lock up.

You better
pull your finger out.

Why did you do that?

He's going to shoot you both.

Not if we win... then the boy will live.

If we win?

We don't even have a bloody team.

Did you see how
the English played today?

Yes, I did.

And I think we can beat them.

How?

Finn is going to help us.

We also have Daniel.

Who better to have in a team?

You will play, won't you?

We will lose.

And I don't want more blood on my hands.

You're on your own.

I can run.
I run very fast.

What have you done?

You said we could win.

Yeah, with a team
and practice. And a ball.

But mostly, we need a team.

And more than
a handful of rotting prisoners
from which to choose it.

I will play.

But, uh,
I can't English speak.

Can hear it a bit.

So you'll have to explain
slowly how this game works.

We need at least 15 players
with different skills.

There's hardly 30 in the camp,
but it looks like none of them
want to play, anyway.

And even if they did,
I've no idea what they can do!

What about the sports day?

What are you talking about?

Saturday.

We're allowed to take part.

You can see what the men...

What the men
on the day can do.

Don't be ridiculous!
We need rugby players.

No, no, no, hold on.

He's got a point.

If I could at least
get an idea, I mean,
that'd be a start.

Of course,
that doesn't mean
they're going to play.

I'll focus on
getting them here.

You focus on training them.

[Finn] Yeah,
that's all very well
and good.

We're still up against
a bloody good team,

with a star player
in their ranks,
in case you've forgotten.

Leave me alone!

I don't belong here. This is Stonewood.

Get in there,
you bloody baboon.

Stupid bloody bastards!

Welcome to your new home.

Compliments of the Colonel.

I stay in Daywood camp, okay?

Not here! I'm a Transvaler.

Well, maybe you should have
left the ball on the ground.

Rather play dead.

I don't belong with
a bunch of rotten prisoners!

What are you looking at?

Have you never seen a real Boer?

Wouldn't start digging my grave
anytime soon if I were you.

[guard]
Come on, move.

[patriotic music plays]

[cheering]

What's this?

That's called "Pull Down Horse".

It's real popular here.

[Finn] Not exactly
fiends for rules?

But you need powerful men.

Forwards, for dragging.

I thought you might need
someone to help with...

and to find things for you.

Guess we can't let the young man
die without a fight.

You should be careful.

People might think you care.

[all cheering]

Yeah!

His name is Os le Grange.

Yeah!

He'll do.

And this?

Longtom Van Tonder.

[grunting]

Longtom can jump!

And pull!

[all cheering]

Gawie! Gawie!

If you win, I'll get you
biltong and milk tart from town.

[all cheering]

[man] Good fight!

[grunts]

[groans]

That I call a Randfontein lullaby.

Bit rough around the edges.

[singing]

Let us close our eyes.

Dear Father,

although we are trapped in
the chains of our mortal sin,

we ask that--

We ask that you lead us
to your salvation,

for only you are the light.

Amen.

[all] Amen.

Right, you lot. Dismissed.

Excuse me.
Excuse me, sir.

Have I offended you
in some way?

Or don't you understand
our language?

-Maybe someone--
-I understand your language.

Then why don't you sing
or pray with the other men?

Excuse me, sir,
I'm talking to you.

I'm going to speak
my best English so you can
understand me very well.

You can attack my country,
burn our farms,

murder my people
and put us in camps,

but you will not tell me
what to do
with my soul, understand?

I'm not telling you.

I'm merely concerned for you.

[scoffs]

You cut up our hearts and then
you try to stop them bleeding
with your little prayers,

so God won't punish you
for your sins.

I'm not!

God doesn't care
about anything, lady.

In fact,
God doesn't even exist.

Well, of course, God exists.

You--

You just can't see Him
right now through your sorrow.

My sorrow?

My wife and my son was
murdered by the English and
God did nothing to punish you.

In fact, he mocks
every single man in this camp

by allowing an Englishwoman
to come and talk to us
about our souls!

You talk of punishment?

My husband shot himself
in the head because of what
was expected of him in war.

Good.

Now lose
everything else as well,

and you might begin
to understand how we feel.

[crying softly]

Thank you.

I didn't know if you would turn up.

Many of the men agree with Daniel,

but we respect you for what you did.

We will listen to what you have to say,

but it doesn't mean we're going to play.

Are you scared of the British?

No.

But we will not be responsible
for a child's death.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Win or lose,
we've already lost you.

And if we win,
the boy lives.

We all saw those Brits play.

And except for him,
none of us have ever played rugby.

What's your name?

Longtom Van Tonder.

Where from?

Stellenbosch.

What do you do?

Student.

And you?

Me?

Everyone knows me.

Tell us anyway.

Gawie Mentz.

Farmer from Graff Reinet.

Os le Grange.

Doctor from Upington.

You?

Eddie Mijnhardt.

Policeman from Pretoria.

And you?

Phil Blignaut.

Teacher from Bloemfontein.

So, not a single soldier amongst you.

Yet, you never thought twice
about taking up arms

against the largest
military power in the world.

Do you know what?

We almost won.

Why?

Because we never give up.

Especially not when they

want to murder
another child of ours.

So...

Any man who won't play,

leave now.

As long as I can thrash a few Brits,
I'll play...

What do we train with?

Is that supposed to be a ball?

You've a long way to go
before you've earned
the right to touch a real ball.

Right! Form two lines.

Come on, you mangy spiders.

Before I kick
your dingle-berries
back up into your giblets.

Didn't you hear me?

I said form two lines.

Right.

First thing we're
going to practice is passing.
Give me the ball.

Okay.
Let's get started.

Oh, well done.
Well done. It was great.
Next. Go.

Keep going. That's it.

No!
Leave the ball on the ground.

But why?

'Cause that's the way
the game is played

and it's not up to
the likes of you to change it.

Leave the ball on the ground,
dribble it forward,

form the ruck
and the half-back
will take the ball

and give it out
to the backline.

-Got it?
-What's a ruck?

Just dribble
the bloody ball. Next. Go.

Keep low.

Open your arms
as he comes to you.
Come. Take it low.

Take it low. Command, next.

[grunting]

[Finn]
That's the third
time now.

I don't have to
tell you again.

-Right, keep your eye
on the man.
-Right.

[Finn] Huh?

Next.

Go.

I believe the prisoners
of Stonewood camp

have challenged your team
to a rugby game, Lieutenant.

Yes, it's quite
amusing, actually.

One of their men
tried to escape, and, uh--

Thought the game of rugby
might take their mind
off the matter for a while.

It's important
to boost the morale
of the prisoners.

Well, I must say,
that's rather sporting
of you, Colonel.

I'm not sure that I would
like to take on a bunch of
big, burly Boers at rugby.

Especially knowing that
they were intent
on a bit of revenge.

Which is why some men
go to war and the others
stay at home with the women.

Prisoners of the Deadwood team
learned the hard way.

It would only be a fool
to put any money
on the Stonewood team.

£100.

In favor of the Boers.

£100 it is, then.

Good.

Now, if you will
excuse me, Father,

I seem to have
lost my appetite.

Madam.

Lose this game
and I'll send you off to war.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

♪ God save our gracious king ♪

[singing in distance]

Well, keep going.
I'm telling you lot.
Open your gobs

and bloody well sing.

-[singing in distance]
-Now sing, you bastards!

[singing continues]

Drive hard
and move over the ball.

Ready?

Ouch, no, please.

Heads out. Heads out.
That's it. All right.

[grunting]

And the half-back takes the ball
and gets it out the backline.

What's a half-back?

[whispers] That's you.

-[screams]
-Now get that bloody ball
out of the line!

It doesn't help that
God blessed you with the legs
but not the hands, huh?

[grunts and shrieks]

Watch the bloody ball!

Give it to me.
Come on, again.

[grunting]

Yeah!

I got it.

[laughing]

Great, huh?

Now you're watching
the ball, huh?

Try watching the opposition.
Give me the ball.

Get up.

[Finn] Come on, again.

I've heard you're quite a resourceful man?

-Sergeant.
-Sir.

Right. Bring your rocks.

[singing indistinctly]

Lads, tuck that rock
tight up under your arm.

That's it. Good lad.

You need more men in the back line.

You only need eight forwards.

So play a forward in the backline
to give you more options.

That's it. That's it.
Not bad. Not bad.

Next.

Go.

Come on, nice and easy.
Nice and easy.

-Oh, for God's sake!
-But why?

Why can't we pick it up?

Because that's the way
the bloody game is played.

Again!

Switch it off.

Still got 20 minutes, sir.

I said
switch it off, Sergeant.

Sir.

[Finn] Nicely.

Who said you could stop?

But the light is off.

But you can still
feel the ball, can't you?

-[clapping]
-Come on, let's go.

That's it. You can go forward
nice and easy. That's it.

[Finn] Go. That's it.

Quicker. You need to
come around quicker.

The defense will read us
like an open book.

But we scored the try, sir.

Still, that won't save, Butler.

-Yes, sir.
-Come on, one more time.
Come on.

[grunting]

Why don't you fall back
into the backline there?

Where must I stand?

Uh, how fast are you?

Slow, Master Finn.

What else can you do?

[grunting]

[triumphant music plays]

[clatters]

That'll do.

Nice, Greyling.

[laughing]

[whistling]

[grunting]

[Finn whispers]
That's it. Again.

Sir, Colonel says that--

They're never gonna sing.

Not one bloody word.

Hope he realizes that.

-Excuse me, sir?
-Never mind.

Go on.

[men singing indistinctly]

Let JJ play in the back of the scrum

so he can pop into the backline
when the ball comes out.

Forwards in the backline?

Ah, nobody plays like that.

Only way you win the English

is by surprising attack.

Yeah, but it'll just
weaken our forwards.

You seem to forget
what you have
in your team, Mr. Finn.

[singing]

Well, at least
they're singing.

[whistling]

Well,

I think you've earned
the right to play
with a real ball, at last.

[sniffing]

Just outside a concentration camp
in Middelburg

I watched two English soldiers

shoot a young springbok

quietly standing by its mother's carcass.

That beautiful African animal

that only knows the veld and its freedom.

In two or three simple strides

it could easily have
escaped the soldier's guns,

but it didn't.

It stayed with its mother.

Instinctively loyal

until the end.

Every team needs a name

and I am proud to be part of this one.

Ready? Bind.

And scrum.

[all grunting]

Scrum them!

[cheering]

[whooping]

[singing]

[whooping and cheering]

Well done, guys!

[grave music playing]

[sighs]

[Finn] You need your rest.
Now, go to bed.

Do you think we can win?

If you don't
go to bed right now,

I'm going to get up
and strangle you myself.

It's a strange thing.

Knowing when
you're going to die.

Didn't bother me at first.

But the more I see the outcry
in the men's eyes,
the more afraid I become.

[sighs]

There's nothing wrong
with fear.

Fear is just a reminder
that there's something
worth fighting for.

Why do you fight?

I mean,
it's not even your country.

I don't know.

I seem to have
lost track along the way.

At first,
it was just pure hate.

As if killing
young British soldiers
could change history.

And then I realized,
it was just me
I was fighting all along.

Now it's time to go home.

Take the fight to them,
where it really counts.

[Finn] Why do you fight?

I'm a farmer.

I know the ground.

I live from it.
I live in it.

For centuries,
my people's blood has been
spilled on that land...

building what we have.

And I will defend it
with the last drop
of blood in my veins.

[Finn] Now,

get some sleep.

[sighs heavily]

[dramatic music playing]

Keep your mouth shut, boy.

Get up.

Sir.

Standing here
for only ten minutes,

I've counted six
rats already.

They really are becoming
quite a problem for us.

If only we
could capture them,

we could drown them all
in the ocean.

Ah, well...

I suppose one
is better than none.

[music intensifies]

What the hell?

Let me go!

Get up!

You can't do this!

Let me go!

Sing for me now, boy.

[footsteps approaching]

Patrol found his body
in the bay this morning.

We have warned you
so many times about trying
to swim out to the boats.

I suppose you only
learn through experience.

It was in their hut, sir.

[clicks tongue]

You all know the rules
about contraband
in the camp, gentlemen.

[gunshots]

I must say,

I am really looking forward
to this afternoon.

If you boys don't think
that you're up to it,

we could always
settle the matter between

Mr. Morkel, the boy,
and myself, right now.

You don't touch that boy
till the game is over.

[Swannell whistling]

[melancholy music plays]

[music intensifies]

Where's your father?

I don't know.

♪

[grunts]

Smithy and Seals
clubbed together...

Got you these.

Good luck to you.

Where do you need me?

Thank you.

Yeah!

[applause]

[Finn] All together, come on!

Come on!

Katherine.

You all know why we're here.

Excuse me.

Katherine Sterndale.

Willem Morkel.

I'm so sorry...

for everything.

Would you be so kind
as to lead us in prayer?

No.

You should pray for your men.

Ma'am.

Lord...

I turned my back on you,

on my family, and myself.

But now I turn back to you,

and I am on my knees.

Not for myself, but for that boy.

Be the fire in our spirits
and the steel in our bones,

and lead us to a righteous victory.

Amen.

[cheering]

This is it!

Remember, watch the ball,
watch the man.

[blows whistle]

Mine!

Go, Longtom.

Get your head in there.

Scrum!

Push them.

The ball's out.

Watch the man!

Tackle him!

[whistle blows]

Shit.

Come on.

Keep your eye on the man, Phil.

You see how quick they play.

Don't let that break your concentration.

-[whistle blows]
-[applause]

Keep your eyes on the man.

Come on.

Come on, guys.

[whistle blows]

[clamoring]

[grunting]

Drive it!

[music intensifies]

-[groaning]
-[whistle blows]

Come on, guys.

Get it together, men.

[Finn] Come on, lads,
you've got to get up and play!

-[applause]
-[whistle blows]

[Finn] Come on, lads,
lift up your heads. Come on!

It's not over yet.

[clamoring]

Push, men, push!

Foul!

That's a bloody penalty!

I'll beat you to a bloody pulp!

Leave him.

[clamoring]

The ball is out!

No, come on!

-[whooping]
-[whistle blows]

[panting]

What the bloody hell
is going on out there?

Huh? You're playing like
a bunch of bloody schoolboys.

Everything that we
have practiced
has gone to shit.

The English
are reading you
like an open book!

Because we're playing
their way and not our way.

What do you mean
"your way"?

We're not English.

And as long as
we play like the English,

we don't stand a chance.

We are Boers.

And from now on,

we're going to play this game
the way we understand it.

Springbokken!

Yah!

What do you think?

Yeah.

It's out of my hands.

[music intensifies]

[whistle blows]

[clamoring]

Now they're playing nicely.

Push them.

Push them!

[soaring music]

Yeah, go on, go on!

[Boers cheering]

Yes!

But the forward
picked up the ball.

It was at the scrum.
There's nothing in the rule book
that says they can't do it.

But we don't play like that.

Clearly they do.

[chuckles]

[Boers cheering]

[whistle blows]

Come in on the right.

Push.

Come on, referee!

Come on!

Go Gawie!

[whistle blows]

Play nicely.

[laughs]

[chuckles softly]

Push them.

[clamoring]

[cheering]

[applause]

Sit down!

That's number two.

It's looking good, Englishman,

the scoreboard.

[whistle blows]

[cheering]

[soaring music]

[whistle blows]

[screaming]

How much longer?

Not long now.

-[groaning]
-[whistle blows]

What in God's name
are you doing,
you bloody fool!

With all due respect, sir,
we are doing
our best to win this game.

This is not
a game, Lieutenant.
This is war!

I swear to God,
if you lose--

Throw everything at them!

[grunting]

Push them, men, push!

[shouting] Come on, guys.

Push!

Gawie, he's yours.

He's yours, Gawie!

Stop him.

[groans]

Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[grunting]

[inspirational music plays]

Blow the bloody whistle!

[heartbeat thumping]

[music resumes]

[blows whistle]

[Boers cheering]

[triumphant music]

Yes!

[cheering]

Guards.

[ominous music playing]

[cheering stops]

[shouting] Sergeant!

March these men
back to camp.

Drill them till dawn.

If anyone falls behind,
shoot them.

Bring the boy.

Move. Move. Move.

Move.

Colonel Swannell.

What do you intend
to do with these men?

[Swannell] Arrest this woman.

Don't you touch me!
This man is a murderer
and needs to be stopped!

Gag her!

[Katherine] How could you
live with yourself?
They're people!

Colonel, that's enough!

[shouting] Shut up!

-Stand him over there.
-Move.

Move.

Form a firing squad.

Our deal was, if we win,

you save the boy's life.

He was caught as a spy.

[shouting] Now form
a bloody firing squad.
This is an order!

[Katherine crying]

Raise your rifles.

We had a deal.

You take me.

Take them both.

[music intensifies]

And me.

And me.

Make it three, you bastard.

[groans]

-Shoot them all.
-[Katherine] No!

[shouting] Now!

[grave music plays]

[shouting] Fire!

[shouting] I said fire!

[gunshot]

Stand down.

Lower those rifles.

Who the hell are you?

This is Colonel Paget.

And you, sir,
are relieved of your duties.

And you are under arrest.

On whose authority?

His Majesty.

I may not serve him
with a sword, Colonel,

but I still
serve him with a pen.

[Swannell]
And on what grounds?

[Sterndale] Murder.

And several charges
of conduct

unbecoming an officer
and a gentleman.

You have no proof.

[Butler] Yes, you do.

And I'm sure I'm not alone.

[triumphant music]

[tense music playing]

[gunshot]

[screams]

[gasping]

[cocks rifle]

Lock him up.

Take these two
murdering bastards as well.

Move. Come on, move.

[soldier] Move.

Release the boy.

Madam.

I will be closing Stonewood

and your men will be
integrated in the other camps.

A bit of advice, however.

One battle
does not win a war.

Stay in shape...

for the re-match.

[chuckling]

Good luck.

We'll win again.

I don't mean for the match.

For when you return home.

[chuckling]

[all cheering]

[excited chatter]

[laughing]

[narrator]
On the 31st of May 1902,

peace was declared.

Last boat of prisoners
returned to South Africa
from Saint Helena

five months later.

Most of the men
returned to nothing.

More than 26,000 women
and children died
in the concentration camps.

In 1906,
the first Springbok team,

led by Paul Roos,

toured the British Islands
for the first time.

They won 27 out of
their 29 games.

England would only beat
the Springboks again
68 years later.

[inspirational music plays]

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[slow instrumental
music playing]

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