For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada Page #4

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And he's humble, too.

I am now the commander

of this army.

If you don't show respect,

you can go.

Now.

Go.

Go to the hills,

and continue to fight.

Raid villages until you are shot or hanged.

Go.

So you stay.

Good.

General Vega.

The entire world has heard

about the priest

who burned people alive.

You gave Calles exactly what he needed,

a way to demonize us,

so now public support for our cause

has been severely compromised.

Those are more of Calles' lies.

Lies?

They have raped and killed women

in front of their children,

marched them for days and days,

Ieft them to die in corrals

like diseased cattle.

They have taken priests--

So you're here for revenge?

Is that it, Padre?

Is that why you're here?

Because if you are,

you can go home

and pray to God

that He may forgive you.

Because we are now an army.

We are an army fighting for God

and for the Church...

and for absolute freedom.

We must work together,

me and you.

We might die together,

me and you.

But we will fight with honor...

and dignity...

and with cunning...

and by the grace of God...

we will be victorious.

Viva Cristo Rey.

[ strikes ]

[ sobs ]

God bless you, Father.

Now all the devils burning in hell

will enjoy your art.

Stop!

- Please, sir, stop!

- Stop what?

Mayor Picazo is my padrino.

Mayor Picazo knows we are here.

Please, sir, I'm begging you.

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

Padrino! They have Miguel.

They're going to kill him.

I know.

I know, Jose.

I know, uh--

I know all about him.

He is a well-known Cristero.

He killed a federal sergeant.

They've been waiting for him

to come back

to that subversive father of his.

But his father never did anything.

Don't think I don't know

where you were last night.

And I saved your life this time, Jose,

but I'm warning you.

These are dark times.

I won't be able to do it again.

Now get out.

We're going to join the Cristeros.

[ scoffs ] Cristeros.

How?

They'll say we're too young.

They won't take us.

Not if we tell them they will kill us here.

Come on, Lalo.

You and me,

together.

[ sighs ]

[ brakes squealing ]

[ bell ringing ]

[ object clatters ]

[ bullet rolls ]

[ soldier speaking nearby ]

Not ours.

Where did you find it, son?

There.

Someone's smuggling ammunition.

- Check the station.

- Open your bag.

[ train whistle blows ]

What's going on?

They've raided and closed

every one of the League offices.

Many have been arrested,

and God knows how many

have been tortured or killed by now.

We need your help.

I can't help you.

The more and more I think,

Anacleto was right.

All this violence

has gotten us nowhere.

I understand.

But I need you to take this to Gorostieta.

No, Miguel.

Adriana, this is critical,

contact information

for all our principal members.

Without this, there will be

no central command.

You would go without saying goodbye?

I can't stay here, Mother.

Not while my friends and brothers

are joining the Cristeros.

I need to fight.

Que Nuestra Seora de Guadalupe...

te bendiga, mi amor.

May she watch over...

and protect you.

T ell Papa I love him.

You will need a horse.

Are you ready?

Let's go.

Calles' revenge.

Revenge for what I did.

Yes! Revenge for what you did!

Teniente.

General.

These Christians must be buried.

Today we will become

an army of gravediggers.

[ praying in Latin ]

[ Father Vega chanting in Latin ]

[echoing the chant ]

You think it suits me?

Well...

anything that covers that face of yours.

[ laughter ]

- Mm.

- Gracias, seora.

De nada. De nada.

[ pounding on door ]

Oh, it must be Seora Hernandez

needing her medicine.

We are eating.

People count on us, Jorge.

[ pounding ]

Just a minute.

Good evening.

I need some medicine for my son.

Can you please help me?

Of course, dear boy.

Uh, give me one second,

and I'll get the keys.

Thank you.

[ laughter ]

The police are here.

Let's go. Quickly.

I'll handle the door.

To the passageway.

- No, Anacleto. No.

- Hey, hey, hey.

I'll be right behind you.

- No, Anacleto.

- Go.

Go! Go! Go!

It's very late. Can you please

come back in the morning?

I'm sorry?

Open the door.

Anacleto Gonzlez Flores?

Or is it Don Jos?

I am Anacleto.

[ door slams open ]

[ sighs ]

We know exactly what

peaceful work you're doing.

We hope your friends learn

from your mistakes.

May God bless

and forgive you, sir.

I do.

[ sobbing ]

[ water running ]

LALO:
Jose?

Yes?

Do you ever wonder about God?

Yes.

I'm scared.

Me, too.

But Jesus is watching over us, Lalo.

Since when did you become a priest?

I'm no priest.

[ sighs ]

But I believe it.

I know it.

[ mocking ] I know it.

[ chuckles ]

Good night, Jose.

Good night.

[ groans ]

Quin vive?

Viva Cristo Rey.

Get down.

[ bird screeches ]

[ overlapping chatter ]

Stomach!

Down!

Hold the positions.

[ laughter ]

We want to see the general, sir.

He's too busy to talk to you.

Turn around and go home.

We won't leave until we talk to the general.

Go home, now!

Teniente!

Who wants to talk to me?

These boys, sir.

Go. Now.

Go. Let's go!

Rpido!

Why are you here?

We want to be Cristeros, mi General.

And why do you want to be Cristeros?

The padre of the church of Sahuayo...

was killed...

in front of me.

He was teaching me to be an altar boy.

Marta! Get these young men

something to eat!

S, mi General.

Go.

Gracias, mi General.

MARTA:
You must be hungry.

Come on.

[ footsteps ]

Get up!

War is no place for bums.

[ rooster crows ]

[ sighs ]

Enjoy.

General, can you teach me to shoot?

It would not be right in the eyes of God

to make you soldiers.

We can fight.

Yes, I know you could fight,

but it'd be better for you

to serve the cause

by helping out around the camp.

What I need is for you to show me

that you're good workers

and that you're disciplined.

Like this?

[ horse neighs ]

FR. VEGA:
May the body

of Our Lord Jesus Christ

preserve your soul

unto everlasting life.

May the body

of Our Lord Jesus Christ

preserve your soul

unto everlasting life.

May the body

of Our Lord Jesus Christ

preserve your soul

unto everlasting life.

Amen.

You need to confess first.

Wouldn't He already know?

You should confess.

May the body

of Our Lord Jesus Christ

preserve your soul

unto everlasting life.

Un honor conocerlo.

Good to have you here.

Thank you.

Mmm.

You like Mexican food?

Well, don't get much of it

in New Jersey,

but this, just delicious.

It's called mole poblano.

It's made with chocolate.

Chocolate. Hmm.

One of Mxico's pre-Colombian

gifts to the world.

Oh, this is magnificent.

Thank you. What are

your impressions of Mxico?

Well, I've traveled in Mexico

numerous times,

and, uh, you know,

I'm always charmed.

And it's--it's interesting,

invariably I discover something

that connects our two countries,

chocolate and petroleum

being two of them.

American oil companies have been

granted a 50-year concession

that I consider very generous.

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