The Pride and the Passion Page #3

- Carlos will kill him.

- I will only let him kill him a little.

Carlos, enough.

It isn't too bad. In a few days...

In a few days I can remember

I killed that man with a knife.

- Miguel didn't mean it to go that far.

- Of course not.

It was simply an entertainment.

I'm sorry. Really.

Don't be. Don't imagine this has anything

to do with those wagons.

He's jealous, and he has reason to be.

I told you I would go to vila

to fire the gun,

and, no matter what he does, I'm going.

But not for him. And not for orders.

He knows the reason, and so do you.

We saw infantry, Miguel,

on the other side of the river.

This is open country.

We mustn't be caught here.

We won't be.

The Cano is too much to cross.

- There is a bridge.

- There is no bridge. I know the Cano.

The French have made one, on boats.

- How many boats are there?

- 15, 16.

I'll need at least 500lbs of powder.

You'll need...?

All right. Unload the powder wagons.

Anthony.

Take Jos. He worked in the mines.

He knows powder.

Take him. I will tell Miguel.

How old are you?

They think I am 20.

I'm really 18.

Are you afraid?

No.

I am.

Do you know why

Juana sent me with you?

- To help.

- Sure.

Also, she likes you.

I was lying.

I am afraid.

But don't worry. I can do it.

I think it's time to get our feet wet.

(splash)

(horse whinnies)

Arrtez!

I was looking for you.

I wanted to tell you I'm sorry about Jos.

You couldn't help it.

Juana.

For all my life I've been afraid.

Nothing ever lasts.

I'm afraid that tonight is just a dream

and it won't last.

It will. I promise you.

Some other time, some other place,

you might not even look at me.

All right. Do you want

to hear me say it? I...

No.

I mean it might be different in England.

In England I'd keep you locked up in an

ivory tower, guarded by trusted servants,

and I'd have the only key. A gold one.

You can't afford that on a captain's pay.

I'll be an admiral by then.

We'll have our own carriage.

And when the king commands,

we'll go to the grand ball.

I will need a very special dress.

Yes. And a blue cape

to match my uniform.

I'll have to be careful when I bow.

The trousers are very tight. They can split.

It happened once.

Anthony?

Yes?

- Who were you with?

- When?

When your trousers split.

As I was saying,

the king will want to meet you, of course.

And you can tell him how once, long ago

in Spain, you met an English captain

and made him

the proudest man in the world.

I love you, Anthony.

Juana.

Yes?

All of us here are Spanish,

and we know what we want and what

we will have to pay to go to vila.

I understand that, Miguel.

But you want more.

You are thinking of after vila.

Yes.

That part, I do not know.

But we have been together

a long time, Juana.

You have lived with me, and I cannot

even read or write my own name.

And when I cannot say the words

I want to say, you have said them for me,

and I have felt equal to any man.

But, inside... inside myself,

I know I am less.

Did you think I cannot feel in my heart

that a woman wants more?

I can only repay you with

what we started out for - vila.

If this is not enough, tell me, then.

The attempt of this staff

to locate a handful of rabble

will go down in military history

as a monument to ineptitude.

Your ambitions and careers dissolve

in these cannon tracks across Spain.

It has now cost us a bridge

and a full company of men

to find out exactly where

that cannon is. Here.

Huh?

A long way from

Las Cruces and the sea, Colonel.

Yes, sir.

They're in these mountains.

There is a pass. Here.

They will come through it.

I intend them to.

I don't think they will come out this time.

Well?

There are French cannon up there.

Everybody knows that.

- And I know it too.

- How can you think of going through?

- Do you know another way?

- We said we'd help, not kill ourselves.

They'll catch you in a crossfire.

They may not hear us.

We'll muffle the wheels and hooves.

You guarantee

every Frenchman is stone deaf?

If we get halfway through

before they hear us we'll have a chance.

Do you think being a mule

is all that's expected of you?

We left our shops and our farms.

If they opened your veins, do you know

what would come out? Not blood.

You see, we have to go south

to get to vila.

To go south, we have to go through here.

You do understand?

Yes, Captain, we understand it perfectly.

We may be a little ashamed of it,

but we all have wives and children,

and we are not ready to die for this gun.

- But we must have your help.

- Ah, we go without them!

His astonishing charm

has won the day again.

- Do you want me to get on my knees?

- If it would do any good, yes!

- But we need them, Miguel.

- Not that much.

against 1,000 men.

- We're about to try it the other way round.

- Captain.

I do not know history.

But I do know this -

that I will stand before

the statue of Santa Teresa in vila.

(slams)

(donkey brays)

(distant cannon fire)

Cease fire!

They are out of range,

but every road is blocked.

Ready!

They are not at either end,

and the pass is empty.

Hold your position until further orders.

Log! Log!

Pull! Pull!

You said you knew these hills.

We can't go down there.

- We came up, we can go down.

- It'll pick up too much momentum.

There's a ratio between

velocity and mass.

If it weighs five tons coming up slowly,

going down fast it can weigh 10-15.

We wouldn't be able to hold it.

Up or down, it weighs what it weighs.

Turn the mules.

Keep turning! Move, quick!

Bring up the log! The log!

Captain.

Log! Log!

Get out! Get out!

Cut the mules loose!

Jump!

(bleats)

The barrel's broken off the pivot.

We cannot go up, we must go down.

Brilliant.

Um...

It was heavier coming down.

There's a village near here

called Maneciras.

Man-e-ciras.

Man-e-ciras.

I suggest we go into Maneciras

and find a place to repair the gun.

We need tools, a forge,

a place where the French can't find us.

Miguel, if there are any French there,

he cannot wear that uniform.

No.

Who do you suggest this time?

Take your pick.

You, unfortunately.

Spanish fleas, Captain.

They wouldn't dare bite an Englishman.

(bugles)

- (man) You have our permission for that.

- (Miguel) There is something else.

- Yes?

- The gun.

My son, the power of

the Holy Office is great,

but we cannot turn a cannon

into a penitent for you.

If we could hide it, Your Grace, and bring

it into the cathedral and take it apart...

- Inside of the cathedral?

- Just for a night.

This is Holy Week.

You can't defile a sanctuary.

Soldiers and guns belong out there.

This is the house of God, not an arsenal.

You ask too much.

Your Grace!

You cannot refuse them.

"Cannot"?

It's useless wrapping yourself in authority

and quoting rules to these people.

It's not enough to say that a gun

doesn't belong inside their cathedral.

This isn't merely a gun. It's the only

symbol of resistance left in Spain.

Do you know how many of them have

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