The Real Glory
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- 1939
- 96 min
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(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING IN MORO)
(VILLAGERS SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING MORO)
(SPEAKING IN MORO)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(BUGLE PLAYING)
HATCH:
But, gentlemen, this is Mysang,the heart of the Moro country,
the poison spot of the Philippines.
To take the army out of there
at this time is suicide.
I tell you, you mustn't let them do it.
You know what happened at Tagula.
Alipang's on the march,
he's taking village after village.
I tell you, we mustn't withdraw
the troops from Mysang.
Quite so, Colonel.
On the other hand, I mustn't quarrel
with the War Department.
They've ordered the army
out of Mysang at once.
And what happens to those
poor Philippine natives?
You train them to defend themselves.
Against Alipang?
I couldn't get them ready in 10 years.
And I'm afraid
Alipang won't wait that long.
He's got thousands
of Moro bandits in the jungle
just waiting
for the American Army to leave.
It'll be slaughter.
You'll have to stop him, Colonel Hatch.
With what? Raw native troops?
Yes, with native troops.
As long as our army's there
the Filipinos will depend on them.
Sooner or later,
they'll have to take care of themselves.
It's your job to prepare them.
We're making Mysang a sort of test.
If it works out there, it's bound
to work out in the rest of the islands.
Well, I can tell you now, as soon
as Alipang learns the troops have left,
he'll pounce on us.
In 48 hours, I'll be screaming for help.
There'll be no one listening, Colonel.
These are the men
who are going to help you.
This is Manning.
We picked him,
because he knows the Moro country.
This is Hartley.
The best drillmaster
and disciplinarian in the service.
This is Larson.
He never disobeyed an order in his life.
And this is McCool.
He never took an order in his life,
but he's the best one-man army
in the Philippines.
Who's that?
This? Oh, this is
Canavan, the doctor.
He's been ordered to Mysang
to keep the other four alive.
Your orders, Colonel.
- Thank you, sir.
- Good luck.
All right, men, fall in. Come on, Jake!
Hey, Jake!
Come on!
All right, men. Get in, get in.
Look alive, men.
(SPEAKING LATIN)
We, who are about to die, salute you.
Now, Padre, I've tried to tell you...
We have been praying
since dawn for a miracle
that would stop the American troops
from leaving Mysang.
I'm afraid not even a miracle can change
the orders of the General Staff, Padre.
Now, I've been here for some time.
Let me tell you what'll happen here.
I have been here all my life.
I know what will happen here.
And soon. Soon.
Alipang is bringing together
all the Moro tribes on Mindanao.
As soon as the American troops are gone,
the Moros will come down from the hills.
PADRE:
They will kill all the men,and carry away
all the women and children into slavery.
For you, it will be a report written in ink.
But for my people,
it will be a report written in blood.
MAN:
Hard on your starboard,hard on board, boys.
How many
American officers have been left?
A handful.
One by one, they must be destroyed
until they send the troops
into the jungle to seek revenge.
Who's in command of the post?
Colonel Hatch.
We begin with him.
ALIPANG:
Amal.(SPEAKING MORO)
(BOAT HORN BLOWING)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
- CHILDREN:
Let me carry the bags!- Let me carry the bags!
- Let me carry the bags!
- Let me carry the bags!
- Let me carry the bags!
- Let me carry the bags!
(SPEAKING MORO)
You haven't, by any chance, got leprosy?
What's the Indian sign
you've got on those other kids, anyway?
You're not a Filipino, are you?
No.
A Moro?
Oh, so that's it.
What's your name?
Miguel.
All right, Mike,
you can take my bags
up to the headquarters.
You bet your life.
(WHISPERING) Swede.
Look. It's Bill.
The doc.
Company, dismissed!
Dismissed!
Bill, you old sawbones, how are you?
How are you?
Hiya, Doc, welcome to Mysang.
How are you, Swede?
Did you bring any beer with you?
How's "Vinegar" Steffens, huh?
Oh, they call the old colonel
"Honey Boy" Steffens now.
- I took out a gallstone out of him.
- You did?
Yeah. Oh, here.
Present for you.
Oh, how did you know?
All my life, I've wanted a gallstone.
Still collecting orchids, Swede?
- Sure.
- Here.
Orchidacea dendrobium.
Hey, I've been looking
for one of these all my life.
Ain't that a beauty?
Colonel Hatch,
this is that Datu I told you about,
the friendly Moro chieftain.
- He's been very helpful.
- How do you do?
Sit down.
Colonel, the Datu agrees
that there'll always be trouble
as long as Alipang's around.
There will never be peace
until you go into the jungle
and destroy him.
We're not going into the jungle
or any other place.
We're here to preserve peace
Say, what kind of a place is this?
What have you got around here?
Oh, everything.
Malaria, small pox, typhoid...
Poker, pinochle, blackjack.
...lice, mice, alligators, crocodiles,
red ants, white ants, and now rats.
The Smith brothers.
They're collaborating with me
on some work I'm doing on beriberi.
The Koran says that rats
are creatures of ill omen.
Well, Captain, it's in our laps now.
From now on, the little brothers
will have to stand on their own feet.
If they can.
If they can.
(SPEAKING MORO)
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
Allah!
(AMAL SHOUTING)
(SHOUTING)
You'd better go in, Padre.
(BUGLE PLAYING TAPS)
I thought I missed
when I shot at that juramentado,
but I guess I didn't.
He had enough lead in him
to sink a battleship.
Doctor, a juramentado is like a horse.
The only place to stop them is right here.
Only you feel sorry for the horse.
that go berserk.
But I never saw one before.
I wonder what kept the bugger going
Must be some drug.
The drug that keeps them going
is what keeps most of us going.
Faith, good or bad.
The juramentado believes
that when he kills an infidel,
it is a passport to heaven.
But I didn't know
they selected the victims.
I thought they just attacked
I am a Christian,
yet he didn't attack me.
Well, perhaps, I am not a good Christian.
Good night, seores.
ALL:
Good night, Padre.Well, when you come to think of it,
that Moro went right by
the bunch of us to get to one man,
the Commanding Officer.
I wouldn't be surprised if...
CANAVAN:
Bolo cut?Do you ever have headaches?
- No.
- Dizzy spells?
No. I'm perfectly all right.
You must have a skull of cast iron.
Bad place for a bolo cut, the nerve center.
I knew a man up in Samoa...
McCOOL:
Are you the manthat owns that coconut raft?
What were you doing in the jungle?
Who are these men?
Couple of Moros
who don't belong in the village.
Where did you find them?
Well, we went for a little stroll and we
found them prowling around
on the edge of the jungle.
Lieutenant, you know
Captain, all I know is that Colonel Hatch...
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