55 Days at Peking Page #7

But we have to stop it.

Get me those urns

from the tower,

coal oil and

some black powder

and empty

champagne bottles too.

Right now, put it

down here, not there.

Pick up those bags.

Where are those bottles

and the powder? Come on, hurry!

That s it.

With a little prayer

and a lot of luck...

- Bad luck.

- You werent praying hard enough.

Give me that.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

- Come on.

- We'll pray harder, Father.

Yes.

It must be terrible

to be a soldier.

Yes...

Sometimes it is.

I was looking for you.

The Baroness is dead.

Nothing to say?

She didnt mean

much to you.

Shut up!

- Sorry.

- Let me alone! Let me alone!

I just heard.

Im sorry.

Thank you.

Well, we bought

ourselves another day.

Still, it wasnt

a bad fight.

What time is it?

5.37 a. m.

August 14th, 1900.

How many days

did we hold out?

Fifty-five.

Those guns!

They re not Chinese!

Strange!

They re ours!

It s the relief forces!

They re ours!

They re ours!

They re here!

They re here!

They re ours!

They re ours!

Water can support a ship.

And water can upset it.

The dynasty is finished.

Listen.

They re playing

different tunes.

Well, for 55 days

we played the same tune.

Fifty-five days you

held us together.

You might

have started something

that people

will remember some day.

- We re ready.

- Ill be right there.

Will you stay in China?

Oh, I go where

they send me.

How about you?

Ill be going

home to England.

Retired to private life,

I suppose.

In the country with

a dog and a few books.

An Englishman s dream, really.

What s home for you?

I dont know.

I may have

to make one.

Good luck, Matt.

Thanks.

Right shoulder... arms!

Here, take my hand.

Forward ho!

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