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Okay, you guys,
the Yanks are here.

Don't go! It's a Jap trick!

Come on! You've been here three years!
Get out of here! Head for the main gate.

-Yanks!
-Take him.

Come on, guys!

Come on, fellows, get to the main
gate. Get to the main gate, boys.

Hurry up. Come on, fellows.

Go the main gate, will you?
Come on, the main gate.

Right this way. Come on,
boys. Get over to the main gate.

-Hurry up!
-Get to the main gate, fellows.

Keep the men under
cover. Come on.

-Here they come, Captain.
-Hurry.

Come on, men. Hurry it up.
Keep moving, men. Hurry it up.

Come on. Hurry it up.

We'll send a man back as
soon as we're in the clear.

-Okay, Captain. We'll take care of them.
-Right.

Come on, give that
man a hand, will you?

-That's the first round.
-They'll be back.

-Captain.
-Yeah?

-It's all clear, you can withdraw now.
-Good.

-Jack.
-Yes, sir?

We're pulling out.

Come on.

♪ California, here I come ♪

♪ Right back where
I started from ♪

♪ Where bowers of flowers
bloom in the sun ♪

The men you are about to see...

are actual survivors
of three terrible years...

in the Jap prison
camp at Cabanatuan.

For two weeks, Filipino troops have
held their front on Bataan without relief.

And for 10 days and 10 nights, they have
been withstanding the unceasing attacks...

of Gen. Homma's 200,000 men.

Don't we know it?

Why do you fight? This is not your
war. America brought you into it.

For every American who dies on
Bataan, seven Filipinos shed their blood.

America has abandoned you.

General, what do you
think our chances are that...

That help is on its way?
Nothing we can bet on.

What good is
liberty to the dead?

Filipinos, why do you fight?

Look toward the sea.

Your liberators come to restore
your homes and your loved ones.

Filipinos, look toward the sea.

Scotty, any word on the
concentration on our left?

Nothing to indicate one. But there's
time for aerial reconnaissance before dark.

Yes, we got time, all right. But no
air corps. It burned out a bearing.

-Get Col. Madden.
-Yes, sir.

Filipinos, why are
you rotting in foxholes?

You have no arms. You're
dying by the thousands of malaria.

-Your homes are being destroyed.
-Col. Madden.

-Headquarters on the phone.
-Lay down your guns.

Spare your homeland.

Col. Madden speaking.

They're attacking about
every hour, sir, as usual.

Joe, something may be pulled
against your end of the line.

Put that company of
Philippine Scouts on alert...

but don't commit them to action
unless the situation becomes desperate.

-What's up, sir?
-I wish I knew, Joe.

-Where's Capt. Bonifacio?
-He went to the cliffs, sir.

-Colonel, sir.
-Yes?

That woman on the radio,
she was his sweetheart, sir.

I know.

-Roberts.
-Yes, sir.

I'm going to the cliffs.
I'll be gone 10 minutes.

-Take over.
-Yes, sir.

Hello, Andrés.

-Just passing by, I suppose.
-No, I want to talk to you.

Won't you make yourself at home?

-Cigarette?
-Thanks.

I'm sorry I can't offer anything better
than these crude native cigarettes.

That's all right.

I've been smoking
them for years.

-Find them to my taste.
-Good.

You'll forgive me if I
don't pour you a martini--

-Stop acting like a schoolboy.
-What do you mean schoolboy?

Only a schoolboy would expose
himself and his men like you did today.

I know it's tough when the woman
you love goes over to the enemy...

-but you can't let--
-It's none of your business.

That's right. But risking the
lives of these men is my business.

Keep it up and you'll have
the whole company wiped out.

This is a dirty war we're fighting.
We've got to fight it the right way.

-What do you want me to do?
-I want you to act like a soldier.

Remember you're in
command of a company of men.

You've got the responsibility
of their lives in your hands.

What is it, Bernessa?

Maj. McKinley, sir, battalion reports.
Japs are making mass attack, sir.

Get back to your company.
Hold them on the alert.

And don't do anything until
you get orders, understand?

Yes, sir.

By the way, for this morning's action,
I'm recommending you for the DSC.

-Colonel, sir.
-Yes, Bernessa?

Capt. Bonifacio,
how is it with him?

-Okay. We'll have to keep an eye on him.
-Yes, sir.

Get McKinley on the wire.

How much ammunition
do they think we've got?

Maj. McKinley speaking.

Madden speaking. What are you guys
celebrating down there, New Year's?

-That's real ammunition you're shooting.
-That's real Japs we're shooting at.

At the rate you're going, you'll use
up our nine-day supply in two hours.

They're not coming over at the
usual rate. They're coming in waves.

McKinley, there
aren't that many Japs.

Sir, I suggest you come
down and see for yourself.

-Take over, Roberts.
-Yes, sir.

I am going to see for myself.

See what I mean, sir?

They're actually bridging that
barbed wire with their bodies.

A bridge of dead.

-Are you all right, sir?
-I'm all right.

Didn't know there
were that many Japs.

-Where's McKinley?
-Second one got him, sir.

Let's get out of here!

-How goes it, Felipe?
-Okay, Colonel.

Filipinos.

This is your countrywoman
Dolici Dalgado speaking to you.

I speak to you from my heart.

Must America have the last drop
of your blood? Lay down your guns.

The empire of Japan is
waiting to welcome you in...

Take it easy! We don't have ammunition
to waste on loudspeakers. Get down.

Peace, prosperity, and freedom
await you as soon as this war ends.

You must not fight. The
odds are against you.

...send more men than...

-Hello, Carlito.
-Hello, Colonel.

...preparing for this war for
years. They have not yet been...

-How's the arm?
-Okay, Colonel, sir.

Take care of it. I'm keeping
an eye on your guitar.

Thank you, sir.

The army of Gen. Homma
will join the battle in Bataan.

Filipinos, there is no
honor in this fight...

What do they call that DSC
you're getting for today's action?

I'll trade you that medal for
one shot at the loudspeaker.

No deal. Can't always do what we like.
I've got orders to report to Corregidor.

-What for?
-I don't know.

I'm to turn over my
command to Col. Roberts.

-Can I go with you?
-We lost Maj. McKinley today.

You'll take over his battalion.

We must work with them.

We must show that we
are worthy of their help.

We must stop this
senseless war at once.

-Hi, Colonel.
-Did the chow get here?

-Yes, sir, Colonel.
-Good.

Andrés...

I know every man in this
outfit by his first name.

-I've known them since they were kids.
-Don't worry about them, Colonel.

You have your
lives and your honor.

Filipinos, lay down your arms.

-Col. Madden reporting, sir.
-Colonel.

-Hello, Joe.
-Hello, Skinny. It's good to see you.

-Have a seat.
-Thank you.

-We're gonna make fast talk.
-Where's Gen. MacArthur?

How are things going down
at your end of the line, Joe?

We could use a little more food.

We're running out of horses
and mules, but we'll get by.

Sure you will.

-American.
-The last.

You're building me up
for something, Skinny.

-Let's have it.
-You're going out, Joe.

-Where?
-To organize general guerrilla resistance.

And leave my Scouts?

You can't do that to me,
Skinny. I've spent most of my life--

The President just ordered
Gen. MacArthur to Australia.

Well, then, I guess I
can leave the Scouts.

I don't have to tell you what the
boys of Bataan have gone through.

They've been bothered
especially with planes.

They've pinned us
down until we're helpless.

We've been combing
them out of our hair.

Anything you can do
to relieve the pressure.

We'll do the best we can.

-Haven't got much time.
-What about men?

You'll have to take pot luck.
There're a few men in the hills already.

A scattering of scouts and
Philippine troops who were cut off.

ROTC boys we couldn't
equip, and a few civilians.

Here's a map reference to a small
group near the town of Balintawak.

You'll leave by PT
boat at midnight.

That doesn't give me time to
get back to my men, does it?

No, it doesn't.

-I have my sergeant with me--
-Sure, take him along.

And one thing more.

You have a source of information
you'll have to guard at all costs.

-It comes over Radio Manila.
-Radio Manila?

Yes, it's the girl,
Dolici Dalgado.

I know the stuff she's broadcast is poison,
but it would've gone on the air anyhow.

-She's doing more harm than Jap guns.
-Harm?

It was a tip from her that kept
your reserve company of scouts...

out of action and
saved the whole front.

Last night, she warned us
about Yamashita's arrival.

-That'll be good news to a friend of hers.
-Joe...

nobody knows about
this except you and me...

now that Gen. MacArthur's gone.

-It'll have to stop there.
-Yes, sir.

And the way to make contact
with her is set out in your orders.

It's vital that the guerrilla
movement be organized in case...

You won't have any trouble.

-They're a great people.
-They are, sir.

-So long.
-So long, Skinny.

Be seeing you.

To His Excellency, Gen. Homma,
soon to be conqueror of Bataan.

Thank you.

If the Chief of lntelligence can spare
his beautiful companion for a moment...

I will talk with her.

I have heard you on
the radio, Miss Dalgado.

I am deeply impressed
by your good sense.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

You may be the instrument...

of sparing your people
much unpleasantness.

-I have worked hard for that end.
-You must continue.

The liberation of the entire Philippines
is now merely a matter of days.

-Let us hope so.
-In all confidence, Miss Dalgado...

we Japanese look
upon you Filipinos...

as nephews and nieces.

You have been out of our
East Asia family for too long.

We are waiting to embrace you,
to welcome you back into the fold...

providing you behave yourselves.

-We shall be very good, Your Excellency.
-I'm certain you will.

But remember, we are kindly...

but not indulgent.

We shall not hesitate
to spank the unruly ones.

Thank you, Miss Dalgado.

The third, or American
period of occupation...

began with the
Battle of Manila Bay...

and will be terminated by
a grant of independence...

July 4, 1946.

These are the main
phases of our history.

What, then, was Spain's
contribution to the Philippines?

Maria?

The Spanish brought us the holy
faith, the Blessed Virgin, and the saints.

Quite right, Maria. The
Spaniards brought us Christianity.

And, now, what would you say
America gave the Philippines?

-Soda pop.
-Hot dogs!

-Movies.
-Radio.

Baseball!

Perhaps the first of my
pupils has a better answer.

Señor Bello.

America taught us that men
are free, or they are nothing.

Since then, we have walked
with high heads among all men.

Thank you, Señor Bello. At
first, Filipinos did not feel that way.

They resisted the American occupation.
And then what happened? Theresa?

-We were beaten.
-We were not.

Americans cannot beat Filipinos.

My brother, Ramon licked
every American in the USA...

at 118 pounds.

Facts, Maximo. We
must stick to facts.

I seem to recall that Ramon
lost his fight for the championship.

We was robbed.

Perhaps, Maximo, I should ask you
about a Filipino who was not beaten.

What were the last
words of Gen. Del Pilar...

to those who left him behind?

"I am..."

"I am surrounded
by fearful odds...

"that will overcome
me and my gallant men.

"But I am well pleased
with the thought...

"that I die fighting for
my beloved country.

"Go you into the hills
and defend it to the death."

-Is this everybody?
-Yes, sir.

I was told I'd find some
Philippine Scouts among you.

Cpl. Cruz, 26th Cavalry,
Philippine Scouts, reporting, sir.

Good, Corporal. Anyone else?

-Where are you men from?
-Mostly from Balintawak, sir.

Ever handle guns?

-Just bolos?
-Our fathers used them well.

How well I know.

I guess you understand we're taking on
a job that would be tough for trained men.

We're gonna blow up a gasoline
dump on a Japanese airfield...

50 miles the other
side of Balintawak.

There will be from 400
to 500 Japs on the field.

-How many?
-400 or 500.

A mere trifle, like we say.

We'll start tonight after dark.

That ought to put us at the
airfield by dark tomorrow night.

Between now and sundown, Sgt.
Bernessa will give you instructions.

Listen to him carefully
and do exactly as he says.

-Take over, Sergeant.
-Yes, sir.

Things look rough?

A little rough.

In that case, smell this stew.

Go ahead, smell it.

Ever smell anything
better than that in your life?

Never.

In that case, taste it.

Why, it's a masterpiece, Bindle.

You taste there the fruits
of two days' panhandling.

All of which goes to prove
that nothing is wasted.

People could look at me and
say, "Bindle Jackson, hobo."

But without 20 years' experience on the
road, could I make up a mulligan like that?

-Never.
-Now, if I could only shoot.

Colonel, strictly from a point
of view of scientific curiosity...

what would you
say our chances are?

-Of blowing up the dump or getting back?
-Both, especially the latter.

-Fair.
-Fair?

You wouldn't say good?

Not if you want me
to tell you what I think.

Very interesting, isn't it?

Not, come to think about it, that I have
any seriously pressing engagements.

-Colonel, did you have a good life?
-Fine life, Bindle.

Especially here on the islands.

-And you?
-I can't complain.

You know, that's the
worst part about war.

You meet somebody,
you get to know them...

wham, you never see them again.

You see something, but
you never know how it ends.

Be nice to know right now how
all this is going to end, wouldn't it?

It certainly would.

You will bow to the Japanese officer
as representative of His lmperial Majesty!

Lower!

Fellow Orientals, the hand of
His lmperial Majesty, the Emperor...

has put an end to
your domination...

by an exploiting and
arrogant American race.

It will next put an end to
a system of education...

designed to impress upon
you a sense of inferiority.

Señor Bello...

step forward, please.

As principal of this school,
you will haul down the flag.

Unless you haul down the
flag, you will hang in its place.

You contempt--

-For the last time, Señor Bello.
-Señor Bello, haul down the flag.

I speak to you in the name of every
man, woman, and child in the United States.

-All right, Bernessa.
-Yes, sir?

-Let's get under way.
-Yes, sir.

Break it up.

He was so little.
Not a healthy child.

He hated Americans because his
father had fought with Aguinaldo.

It is Miss Barnes.

I gave him an apple.

It was the first he'd ever seen.

And then we became friends.

-Here, lady, you'd better sit down.
-No.

-What happened?
-The Japs came into Balintawak.

He was not a brave man.

He was too terrified
even to speak.

But when they ordered
him to haul down our flag...

he could only shake his head.

And then they hanged him...

in the schoolyard, in the
presence of his pupils.

It was a bad thing to look at.

I am Miss Barnes, schoolteacher.

-Who are you and what is your rank?
-Col. Madden, ma'am.

Colonel, is it? Then I'm sure
you'll know what must be done.

When you attack the village, I want you to
attend especially to the Japanese Captain.

-It was he who gave the order.
-We're not attacking the village.

You're an American, are you not?

It was your flag he
refused to lower, not his.

The village isn't
much out of our way.

Our only chance of getting to
the gasoline dump is by surprise.

-Yes, but--
-The moment we'd attack that village...

the whole countryside
would be on the alert.

I'm thinking of 70,000
men on Bataan.

How do you
fellows feel about it?

We think you're right.

Are you proposing to
leave this crime unavenged?

We fight for the
Philippines, not for revenge.

-Bernessa?
-Yes, sir?

-We're moving out immediately.
-Yes, sir.

You stay here with Miss Barnes. You'll
find food and blankets in the lean-to.

-Take good care of her till we get back.
-Take care of her, indeed.

-Do you think I'd stay here for a moment?
-You can't go back to the village.

Furthermore, young man,
I am not accustomed...

to being ordered about by
every young popinjay in uniform.

-The men are ready, sir.
-Goodbye, Miss Barnes.

Colonel...

you really are not
returning to the village?

Really not.

Then I shall give you
Buenaventura Bello's epitaph.

Someday you may come back
into the village of Balintawak again...

and put it over his grave.

"The place matters not-
cypress or laurel or lily white

"Scaffold or open plain

"combat or martyrdom's plight"

Those words were written by José
Rizal, the Philippines' greatest hero...

on the night before he was
executed by the Spaniards.

Remember those words.
Carry them in your heart...

so that wherever men fight for
freedom, there it may be said:

"Here lies Buenaventura Bello...

"schoolteacher of Balintawak."

-Colonel?
-Yes?

What would you think
our chances are now?

-Good.
-Funny thing. So would I.

Hold it up. There's
Mt. Mariveles ahead.

We ought to be about
two hours from the airfield.

We better split up.
Check your watch.

-That is Mt. Mariveles, isn't it?
-Yes, sir.

We should be hearing
gunfire from Bataan.

Yes, sir.

-Cruz?
-Yes, sir.

Hold this group here, and
keep them under cover.

Bring along four men.
We'll take a look-see.

Scouts.

Give me a hand.

-Bernessa.
-Yes, sir?

-Post some guards.
-Yes, sir.

-What happened?
-Bataan has fallen.

Seventy thousand men.
How could it happen?

-We're beaten.
-The Japs have beaten us.

Hunger and sickness
beat us, not the Japs.

Then why didn't America send food
and medicine? Why didn't America help?

Maybe you can still get away,
sir. There is no more army here.

Now the fighting will
be done in Australia.

Maybe there will
be fighting here.

-Maybe the people will wanna fight.
-Sure. The people will fight.

Against thousands of Japs,
after they've beaten our armies?

We have fought that way before.
We've never been conquered.

With bolos against machine guns?

If a schoolteacher can
die for the American flag...

we can fight for
the Philippines.

We must have a hope.
We cannot die for nothing.

You remember the
name Andrés Bonifacio?

Every Filipino does.

If he were alive and sent out a
call, would the people answer?

-Bonifacio's dead.
-But his grandson is alive...

among those prisoners.

Maybe we'll be
able to find him, sir.

For you, Captain.

-All right, set him down.
-Don't. Take him into the lean-to.

Put him down carefully.
He's a very sick man.

Which one of you men
calls himself the cook?

-Me.
-I shall want some hot water first.

Then some clear broth. Do
you know how to make it?

Don't pretend
you do if you don't.

Good. Hurry off. Maximo,
get these men some water.

-Can't you see they're thirsty?
-Yes, ma'am.

Cook, that's a petticoat you're gaping
at. You've seen a petticoat before.

-Yes, but not lately.
-Hurry with the broth.

-Who is he?
-He's the grandson of Andrés Bonifacio.

No wonder you
carried him so carefully.

Those men are waiting for you.

-Where are you from?
-From the north. Lingayen.

-I've come to fight.
-We come from Batangas.

-We've come to fight, too.
-Good. Plenty of fighting to be done.

-Do you bring any news?
-They say the Japs have taken Bataan.

-I know. How about Corregidor?
-They don't say about Corregidor.

You men can do the most good
if you go back to your barrios...

and tell them that the
war hasn't ended yet.

And now the people
must fight. We need men.

We have no arms.

-Where did you get this?
-Killed a Jap.

Kill more Japs
and get more guns.

When you have men and
arms, send your leaders to me.

You'll know where we are.

Good luck.

-Thank you.
-Be careful.

We'll drive all the Japs out. We'll
chase them out of Balintawak.

Sure you will, Maximo.

Hurry to the village and try to find eggs.
Don't forget those papers. Hurry now.

You know what this will mean for
the people? Reprisals and terror.

It's always been an all-out war.

Now there's no
pretense about it.

You can't inflict this on them.
They've suffered too much.

I'm gonna make arrangements
for you to leave the island.

Leave? You can't ask me to
leave. My children are here, my work.

Do you know what
they do to guerrillas?

If Filipino women
can endure it, I can.

-No, I'm afraid--
-Besides...

you need someone to nurse
him. At least until he's better.

We'll see.

-You spoke of an epitaph for Señor Bello.
-Yes, I did.

Get it ready. We're going
into Balintawak tonight.

Col. Roberts?

Last time I saw him
he was still alive.

How about Delfonso?

He was in pretty bad
shape. He's still going.

There was a rumor about taking our
entire outfit to the same prison camp.

-You haven't eaten a thing.
-Sorry, ma'am, I'm not hungry.

You can't get your strength
back if you don't eat something.

Here's some real chicken broth.
If you knew the trouble we went--

Sorry, ma'am.

I don't know what I'm
going to do with him.

-Have you seen Maximo?
-He hasn't come back yet.

I can't imagine what's
happened to him.

And José Lopez and Tomas Rinaldo,
they left for Balintawak yesterday.

And they haven't come back yet.

He just won't eat. I
don't understand it.

He's been through a
pretty rough experience.

Yes, but his pulse is normal, his
eyes are clear. What is his trouble?

-Among other things, a woman.
-A woman?

This certainly is not the
time for that sort of thing.

-He's got to get her out of his mind.
-Sometimes it isn't that easy.

So we spend the
winter in Palm Beach.

-Doing what?
-Taking it easy.

-Have either of you seen Maximo?
-No, ma'am.

-Or José Lopez, or Tomas Rinaldo?
-No, ma'am.

Let's see. Now where were we?

Taking it easy in Palm
Beach, Florida, U.S.A.

Yes. So we spend
the winter in Florida.

Then we hop a train, a streamliner,
mind you. Nothing but the best for us.

-We still don't buy any ticket for this train?
-Who buys tickets?

We hop off at New York in
time for the opening ball game...

-we crash a few shows.
-Say, Joe...

-Yes?
-...when do we work?

-Never.
-I sure am going to like the USA.

Say, where you been?
Picklepuss has been looking for you.

Okay.

I know a place in New York where
they make hot dogs a foot long.

-A whole foot long?
-Yeah.

-With relish and mustard?
-The works.

Maybe you're wondering at this point
how we get money to pay for these.

There's ways and means of getting money
without working. Strictly legal, mind you.

Where have you been?

The idea of a grown man
talking like that before these boys.

-What have you there?
-A radio.

Radio?

Colonel, look, a radio.

-Where'd you pick it up, in Balintawak?
-No, I stole it from the Japs.

...then every man, woman, and
child in the district will be wiped out.

Filipinos, do not resist.

For every Japanese life,
we pay with 10 Filipino lives.

Sixty Filipinos were executed
today. I now read a list of the names...

of those who paid with their
lives for the recent disorders.

In Balintawak, for the murder
of four Japanese officers...

40 Filipinos were executed.

Forty men.

Tomas Rinaldo, age 28.

Felipe Luiz, age 16.

Juan Dios, age 30.

Pablo Quincaro, age 19.

-Ramon Cuenca, age 35...
-That's my father.

They killed my father!

The war hurts everybody.

Rest a while, and then we'll
send you back to Balintawak.

Your mother'll need you.

But I'm coming
back. You said I could.

Sure, Maximo.

...submarines have been
reported in the Gulf of Mexico...

where they sank
two American vessels.

In Burma, British-Chinese
forces continue to withdraw...

up the Irrawaddy
river towards Bhamo.

Last night, after six days of ceaseless
cannonading by the Japanese...

the fortress of
Corregidor in Manila Bay...

and satellite forts,
Hughes, Drum, and Frank...

were surrendered at 11 p.m.
by Lt. Gen. Jonathan Wainwright.

-The news is a little tough.
-Tough?

We're licked, Joe.

Licked? When is a nation licked?

Military textbooks say a war is
over when the objectives are taken.

The United States
fought your grandfather.

-We found the textbooks were wrong.
-Were they?

You fought off the
Spaniards for over 300 years--

Then the American came.

And a handful of revolutionaries,
calling themselves the Katipunan...

took everything we
could throw at them.

Fought us to a standstill
with bolos and clubs.

Now the Jap is here.

What would've happened if
we hadn't fought the Spaniard...

if my grandfather hadn't
called out the Katipunan?

-You'd be slaves.
-What are we now?

I've been doing a lot of
thinking these last few days.

I wondered why you saved me out
of all those thousands of prisoners.

-You picked the wrong guy.
-I picked Andrés Bonifacio.

I know you did. Now you expect him to
spread the word that Bonifacio's back.

To arms, Filipinos.
Remember the Katipunan.

Kill the Japs, even if it means
you'll be killed 10-to-1, 20-for-1.

When there are no more men,
then women and children, uselessly.

-Uselessly?
-You know that alone we're helpless.

Where are all those American
warships we were promised?

Where are those
American guns and planes?

Why didn't they come to
Bataan and Corregidor?

I don't know.

-Can you promise they'll come back?
-I can't.

Now you want me to urge
them on to more slaughter!

It's easy for you.
They're not your people.

I don't mean that, Joe.

I know you're a better
Filipino than I am.

Maybe you should've
left me prisoner.

It's just that we've taken too
much these last few months.

Sure.

A guy can only take so
much, then he loses something.

I know.

I've seen too much.

We really don't know whether the
Americans are coming back or not.

A guy's got to have something he wants to
live for before he can ask others to die.

Sure.

After a while you
lose something.

Do you feel strong
enough to go to Manila?

-Trying to get rid of me?
-Yes. You don't belong here.

I'm willing to fight.

In this kind of war, you got to
believe in what you're fighting for.

Maybe if you go to Manila,
you'll find something...

-that'll change your mind. Will you go?
-Sure.

I want to get a message
through. I've got a contact there.

We'll get you a monk's robe.

You'll go to the chapter house of
the Dominicans. Ask for the prior.

Tell him you want
to hear a confession.

...to intercede for the
soul of Andrés Bonifacio...

who has passed from this world.

May he be set in a
region of peace and light...

through our Lord and
Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

You have come from the prior?

-Andrés.
-Dolici?

Is it Dolici?

I thought you were dead.

Andrés, they are watching us.

-Be careful.
-I must look at you.

Don't.

There must be some place
we can talk and see each other.

-Dolici, you haven't gone?
-No. I'm trying to think.

There's a little park
behind the church.

Wait a few moments after
I'm gone. I'll meet you there.

-Dolici.
-Darling.

We have only a few moments
together, and I'm crying.

You haven't changed a bit.

You're just as I remembered
you a thousand times.

I can't tell you how much
I wanted this moment.

How I wanted to hold you--

Is there someplace
we can be alone?

Where? They cast a long shadow.

I don't care. I can't leave
you now that I've found you.

What good can we do now?

Maybe the Americans
will come back someday.

I'll come back with them then.

No. We're not waiting
for anyone to come back.

We don't want freedom as a gift.

We want it as a right to
something we've fought and died for.

-I'll kill him if he comes back.
-I've got to go now.

You're throwing away our
happiness. Come away with me.

-Are you with Madden?
-Yes, we're on Balintawak.

When can I see you again?
When can I come back?

Don't come back here ever.
Maybe I'll be able to come to you.

We must fight, Andrés.

-So you came back?
-Yeah. I saw Dolici.

-Good.
-You've known about her for some time?

-Yes.
-Why didn't you tell me?

Didn't you think I'd like to know
the woman I love was not a traitor?

-I was under orders.
-Orders?

Yes, orders that might affect every
American and Filipino on the island.

Don't talk to me
about the Filipinos.

Mention freedom around
them and they don't stop to think.

They walk empty-handed
into blazing machine-gun fire.

But you and I
should know better.

We should stop to think if
we've got a million-to-one chance.

But no. You and Dolici
have gone out of your heads.

Okay, we're crazy. We
and 17 million Filipinos.

-What'd you come back here for?
-Because I'm crazy, too.

I wanna keep on fighting Japs, even
though I know it's completely mad.

Don't get me wrong. No
one's gonna use my name...

to encourage people to kill themselves
faster than the Japs are doing it.

I'll stick around and fight, only
until Dolici decides to joins me.

After that, we're getting
out of here as fast as we can.

All right, if that's the
way you feel about it.

We'll do the best
we can without you.

But just between us
lunatics, I think we'll win.

But what is being done?

Your Excellency, we
cannot find the enemy.

We send 100 men out,
and they see nothing.

We send 10 men, and
they don't come back.

We have set up severe
reprisals, Your Excellency.

Reprisals.

Your Excellency, you
must let me resign.

A dead man cannot serve the
Japanese, no matter how hard he tried.

Look, they came into my
bedroom while I was asleep.

They painted this on my
pillow. Right next to my throat.

This is a sign of war.
This is my death warrant.

You're in no danger.
We'll provide sentries.

I'm the Chief of Police. I had
four sentries there all night.

-You're under our protection.
-Protection?

Did you protect the Mayor of Legaspi,
or the Commissioner of Malolos, or--

Six whole divisions
at your disposal...

and you couldn't even
protect our friends.

All you could think
about was reprisals.

Send in Miss Dalgado.

You have my personal
guarantee of safety. You may go.

Yes, thank you, Your Excellency.

They might have just
as easily slit my throat.

Miss Dalgado,
tell Col. Coroki...

why we have failed to
win the Filipino people over.

I was not aware that--

The guerrillas obviously have the
complete aid and sympathy of the people.

We are interested
only in a frank answer.

There's no advantage in
cooperating with the Japanese.

A man obeys all the Japanese laws.
When he's taken at random and shot...

his next-door neighbor will think,
"It does a man no good to obey."

He might as well die fighting.

You're a conquered people.
What do you expect, independence?

That's not a bad idea, Coroki.

Miss Dalgado, Tokyo
has graciously consented...

to grant full independence to
its little nephews and nieces.

Now your people will see the
advantage of cooperating with us.

Why, we will be able to hold
these islands with only two divisions.

The granting of independence
must be an impressive occasion.

-You will help us, Miss Dalgado?
-It will be a great honor, Your Excellency.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to
hold the ceremonies at Balintawak.

It's the birthplace of
Philippine independence.

An intelligent suggestion.

The arrangements will be
left in Col. Coroki's hands.

To avoid any possible
interference with the ceremony...

I suggest you keep
the place secret.

We wish to make that a
memorable occasion, Colonel.

It will be a most memorable
occasion, Your Excellency.

Yes. Make it memorable, Colonel.

Most memorable.

You can find room for this.

-Captain, everything's okay in Balintawak.
-What did you tell them?

-What you told me to say.
-Tell me exactly what you said.

I told them nobody was to do
anything that might tip the Japs off.

Everybody's supposed to do their
business, do what the Japs said...

and when the shooting
started, everybody should scram.

You told them the Japs have
promised us full independence?

-What did they say?
-Nothing.

Bernessa, get the drums
going. Get all the men together.

-Pvt. Cuenca?
-Yes, sir?

You accomplished your mission. I
think he deserves a red star, Miss Barnes.

Red star, indeed.

In his last composition, he spelled
"liberty" with a "U" instead of an "E."

Say, you know, Colonel,
it'll only take one informer

to tip this whole
deal off to the Japs.

That's right.

-What of it?
-Nothing. Just thinking out loud, I guess.

I don't know what I'm standing
around for with so much to be done.

Maximo, I've outlined a
course of study for the children.

You tell them they must
keep up on their studies now.

They must brush
their teeth twice a day.

Tell them to eat lots of
greens if they can get them.

I'm leaving with Col. Madden.

-But I'm going along.
-That's out of the question.

Besides, you must take
charge of the children.

But he promised me.
He said I could be a scout.

Yes, I did, and I have
been meaning to speak--

You've done altogether too much
playing at war for your age. I think--

-I'm going to be a scout.
-Maximo, you mustn't--

If you don't mind, Colonel,
Maximo is still my pupil.

Now, you get that
nonsense out of your head.

-I'll get the outline.
-I'm not going back.

Maximo, if you insist
on this stubbornness...

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
leave without saying goodbye.

I'm going with you.

Maximo, come here.

Sit down.

Miss Barnes loves you very much.

I know. I'm sorry,
but I want to go.

You can't. After tomorrow, the
Japs will be chasing us night and day.

We're going to
have to move fast.

We'll be sleeping in swamps.
There'll be days without food.

Sounds okay to me.

But you're much too
important for us to risk.

You're the guy we're
fighting this war for.

I'd rather be a Scout.

This thing isn't going to last
forever. And after it's over...

you're going to have to
be the one to build and plan.

You'll help make the
Philippines a great nation.

You did promise me. You
even called me "Pvt. Cuenca."

All right.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll make you a full colonel.

The first thing an officer has to learn is
to take orders and obey them to the letter.

Remember what Miss Barnes said.

Take charge of those kids and make
sure they keep up on their studies.

Stay out of trouble. Got it?

-Yes, sir.
-Okay, Colonel.

-I'll be seeing you.
-Yes, sir.

In a few moments,
we will be on the air.

In the meantime, here are the instructions
for those gathered in this park.

You are enjoined to obey
strictly the following regulations.

One: Do not show any
flag but the Japanese flag.

Two: At the appropriate
times you will shout "banzai"...

loudly, and with
enthusiasm, three times.

Three: Do not make any
suspicious movement.

We are about to broadcast.

There will be a complete
silence unless otherwise indicated.

People of the Philippines...

we are broadcasting from Balintawak,
the birthplace of Filipino freedom.

Seventeen million Filipinos are gathered
around their radios all over the islands...

at the invitation of the
Japanese government.

Today the seeds of Filipino and
Japanese friendship flower and bloom.

This day will live forever in the
memory of every true Filipino.

People of the Philippines,
we now bring to you...

His Imperial
Highness, Prince Ito.

Banzai!

The Filipino nation
will be included...

in the Greater East Asia,
Co-Prosperity Sphere.

Therefore, by virtue
of the authority...

of His Imperial Majesty,
the Emperor of Japan...

I hereby proclaim
to the world...

the full and complete independence
of the Republic of the Philippines.

Banzai!

There is lavish cheering
from the people of Balintawak.

His Imperial Highness,
Prince Ito, has retired.

Miss Dolici Dalgado's
crossing the platform...

and will now raise the first flag
of the new Philippine Republic.

The guard of honor will fire a volley
to commemorate this historic event.

Take cover!

Follow me!

This is Dolici Dalgado
speaking to you.

For the first time I'm
able to speak the truth.

The Japanese have offered
us what they call independence.

Let this be our answer.

Take cover!

Fire at the radio. Destroy it!

Cover Bonifacio.

Resist the Jap invader.
Head for the hills.

Let's get out of here.

Cease firing!

Lieutenant, assemble the
men, round up the civilians.

This is what we get for
granting them independence.

I told Homma this gesture was foolish.
This is no way to handle Filipinos.

I knew the girl
wasn't to be trusted.

From now on, we'll smash them
before they resist. Get out after them.

Where do you suggest I look?

Anywhere. But find
them, especially the girl.

I want them hounded until every
one of them is brought back to me.

Let me go.

Your Excellency, I saw this
boy direct a crowd off the field.

I caught him as he
was trying to run away.

Where did you get this?

Where are their
headquarters? Talk!

Where did they go?

Don't.

I'll show you.

-I'll show you where they went.
-All right.

-You know what I've been thinking?
-What?

Wouldn't it be nice if we
were on that road above...

and had a bunch of
Japs caught down here?

It sure would.

We could pick them off like
ducks in a shooting gallery.

We'd murder them.

Hold it up.

Here. Catch your breath.

We could come down that road
and catch the Japs like rats in a trap.

They wouldn't have a chance.

I'm all right.

Come on, honey.

There they are. Stop at
the head of the canyon.

-I know what you're thinking.
-You do? How come?

I'm psychic.

What's that?

Take cover!

Boy, could we murder them.

Stop it!

Maximo.

I won't tell.

-I won't tell.
-It's Miss Barnes, Maximo.

-They didn't get you, did they?
-No, dear, they didn't.

They took my eagle away.

-Miss Barnes.
-Yes, dear?

I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye.

I'm sorry I didn't
learn to spell "liberty."

Dear God.

Who ever learned it so well.

Col. Madden, Australia has
been trying to get you, sir.

-Where have you got your radio set up?
-This way, sir.

About two weeks, sir.

I think a razor, sir.

Thank you.

Bernessa, we're going on ahead.

We're going to have to leave
you. I got word from headquarters.

-We're going with you, aren't we?
-No. We have to move fast.

You'd better break up into small groups
and head for this spot in northern Leyte.

American submarines
have been putting in there.

-What's up, Joe?
-I don't know yet. Maybe something big.

-Well, good luck.
-Goodbye, Colonel.

So long, Colonel.

-Joe.
-Yes?

Good luck.

Thanks, Andrés.

I'll be seeing you.

-Bernessa.
-Santo.

-Pepe. Captain.
-Bernessa, how are you?

-We had word you were coming.
-Where is Col. Madden?

Headquarters sent for him.
They took him to Australia.

But I think he'll be back soon.

There's a camp up ahead. It's
not very far. Come on, let's go.

Thank you, Bernessa.

Glad to see you.
I'm Capt. Bonifacio.

Welcome, Captain.
We're glad to see you.

-What are these people doing here?
-They're waiting for the submarine.

There are thousands more with
their families all over this area.

These people look
like they're starving.

Why don't you break up and
spread over the countryside?

We must stay together. Rumor is,
this is where the action will take place.

You'd risk all these
lives on a rumor?

The rumors we hear are true.

How long have you been
waiting for this submarine?

-Two weeks.
-Two weeks?

How much food do you think a
submarine can bring, if it comes?

Not much food
maybe, but many guns.

-Have you had any word?
-Not yet.

We've been sending
two men out in a boat.

They fly an American flag and wait.
Maybe a submarine will see them.

What if a Jap plane sees them?

Then we send two other men.

Why are you puzzled?
Aren't you a Filipino?

Whose idea was it to
volunteer for this job?

Yours.

I must have been
delirious for lack of food.

Maybe I'll dream
me up a nice steak.

Dream me one, too.

-How would you like it?
-Medium rare.

Coming up.

Submarine!

Andrés.

Capt. Bonifacio.

-Hello, Andrés.
-Hiya, Joe. You look naked.

You're all set.

You're going out.

I'm not leaving, Joe.

I belong here.

This is Comdr. Waite of
the United States Navy.

He has good news for you.

I heard so much about
what you're doing here...

I finally persuaded headquarters
to let me take on this mission...

so I could see for myself.

I really don't deserve to be
the one to bring you this news...

but I'm proud that I am.

Two and a half years ago, we promised
the Filipino people we'd come back.

We're coming.

On October 20, at
10:00 in the morning...

the soldiers of the American Army
will land in force, right here on Leyte.

The Navy will prepare the way.

Two hours before
the actual landings...

there'll be heavy navy
bombardment on all the landing areas.

Part of my job is to get word to
all Filipino civilians in those areas...

to evacuate nine
days before D-day.

That'll give the Japs a good
idea where to expect the landings.

There's nothing else we can
do. We can't risk civilian lives.

There haven't been any civilians
here since the fall of Bataan.

If it'll save American lives and
help make the landing safe...

-our people will not evacuate.
-That's right.

I'm sure glad you
guys are on our side.

That won't be necessary.
Headquarters has sent me here...

to help you do a job that's
more important, if we can do it.

The moment naval
bombardment begins...

the Japs will know the exact
locations of our landings.

They'll immediately try to rush
reinforcements to those spots.

The only road capable of
handling heavy transport...

runs through the
village of Bolog.

If we can block that
road and hold it...

-the Japs can't get through in time.
-How long do we hold them?

From 8:00 in the morning, when
the bombardment begins until 11:00.

By that time, MacArthur's
beachhead should be secure.

Okay.

But the army doesn't expect to
have forces at Bolog until 2:30...

which means six hours and a half
before we can figure on any help.

Okay.

-Is that all, sir?
-I think so.

You don't seem to
have much equipment.

We'll get more at Bolog.
There's a Jap supply depot there.

That's open country, nothing
but rice paddies all around.

We know.

What this amounts to is a
surprise attack in broad daylight...

in open country where the Japs
would probably expect something.

That's right, sir.
It won't be easy.

I think you can report to headquarters
that the mission will be accomplished.

Yes, sir.

-Do you have any idea how it'll be done?
-Sure.

Just so I can tell my grandchildren,
how do you plan to do it?

Trickery, Commander,
sheer trickery.

As a matter of fact, an old Filipino
trick that I learned the hard way...

from Capt.
Bonifacio's grandfather.

-Any sign of anything?
-No, Your Excellency.

Have you checked the
undergrowth over there?

Yes, Your Excellency.
Nothing suspicious.

It's very strange. Civilians
are evacuating this area.

-Double the sentries.
-Yes, Your Excellency.

Get down, you idiot!

One more to go.
I'll take the first one.

-You got a grenade, Bernessa?
-I'm all out, sir.

Hey, Bindle!

-Yeah?
-How's your pitching arm?

Come on. Let's get to work.

Japanese land mines, sir.

-Andrés, some land mines.
-Good.

Plant them far enough forward so
they won't mess up our tank traps.

Put Santos in charge
of TNT for the bridge.

Santos, come on.

-Bernessa.
-Yes, sir?

Get about 20 men. We'll pick
out some defense positions.

Yes, sir.

What do you got here?

Nothing big enough
to stop a tank, Colonel.

Miss Barnes...

they're bringing back the books
they hid while the Japs were here.

And our boys are landing now.

This is it.

Fire at the parapet.

Capt. Jackson reporting,
sir. Ready to take over.

-They're all yours.
-Yes, sir.

You're three minutes late!

I brought you something.

Free Filipino soil.

You better get this arm
bandaged. There's still lots to do.

And there's plenty more
where that came from.

The blood, sweat, and
tears have not been in vain.

Freedom is on the march again.