The Real Glory Page #2

He gave the orders.

Come in to the office.

Captain, look, give me a squad.

Let us try some

of this juramentado business.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

Gentleman, I've been looking over

Colonel Hatch's notes.

His plan of procedure.

He felt that Alipang would use every effort

to lure us into the bush

before we were ready.

Well, he was right.

That juramentado was

Alipang's first move.

But it won't work.

We're going to stay

right in our own backyard.

Here's an order Colonel Hatch prepared

forbidding any move into the jungle

until the native troops are fully trained.

He never got a chance to sign it.

How am I gonna get any orchids

if we can't go out in the jungle?

Ask him if we can go a little way.

- Go on. Ask him.

- Shut up.

Well, it's signed.

Captain Hartley,

it's your job

to make soldiers out of these Filipinos

if you have to work them 24 hours a day.

From now on, it's drill.

Drill, drill, drill!

Left arm, cut and parry, engage!

Right arm, cut and parry, engage!

HARTLEY:
One, two, three, four.

Right, left.

Hey, you, number three! Right face!

Chest out!

Stomach in! Raise shoulder!

(HARTLEY BARKING ORDERS)

Forward, double time, march!

Hurry it up. Hurry it up. Come on.

Over the wall. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, come on.

That was lovely, boys.

Left arm, cut and parry.

(MAN SOUNDING OFF)

LARSON:
Over the wall.

Come on. Come on.

Ready! Come on,

come on, come on, quicker!

Like a lot of old women in a sewing circle.

It's still too slow! Do it again!

YABO:
March, left. Hup, two, three, four...

That's it.

Left, right, left.

- One, two, three...

- Lieutenant Yabo.

Company, halt!

Why are these men drilling without shoes?

Tenyente Canavan, he said take them off.

Oh, he did, did he?

Have them put them on again.

(SPEAKING FILIPINO)

(SERGEANT SPEAKING FILIPINO)

Sergeant.

- Yes, sir.

- What's going on here?

Tenyente say we do this

one hour every day.

- Tenyente...

- Tenyente who?

Tenyente Canavan.

What do you mean by telling the men

they could drill without shoes?

Shoes? Oh, yes.

Well, it was just a suggestion.

I happened to be passing by

and they were having an awful time.

In agony.

They've got to get used

to shoes, sooner or later.

Well, don't you suppose

it can be done gradually?

After all, men weren't born with shoes.

Dr. Canavan probably meant it

as a health measure.

Is it a health measure to rig up a dummy

and have men standing around

pulling its nose?

Oh, that.

Oh, that was just

a little applied psychology.

The Filipinos are scared stiff

of this what's-his-name, Alipang.

They jump when you mention his name.

That's why I rigged up that dummy.

Stupid.

You wouldn't think it was stupid

if you'd seen the shaking lineup of men

at sick call

after Hatch was killed.

Sick call is a good excuse to avoid work.

Yeah, I know.

And it's true that there was nothing

organically wrong with those men,

but they were sick

just the same, sick with fear.

And when fear becomes

so deep and unreasoning, it's a disease.

It'll be cured

when they learn how to handle a gun.

You stick to your pills.

And I'll take care of the training schedule.

Captain, there's a man

who either has high blood pressure

or something on his mind.

Just as I've always dreamed it.

Taken me years to find, but here it is.

As green as Ireland,

not a snake in the place,

and a beach like powdered sugar.

Have you seen my fatigues?

Look, Bill,

10 miles south of there.

Mac, don't tell me

you've finally found your island?

Yeah. And as soon as

we finish up this job, I'm moving in.

That'll be the world of Terence McCool.

A darling of an island. A Garden of Eden.

You better start looking for an Eve.

Oh, no, I want peace and quiet.

Come here.

Where'd you find them?

Under bed, but it need shine.

No want dinero. Want him.

What for?

Anting-anting. Bring good luck.

Well, didn't you tell me

Moros weren't afraid of anything?

You bet your life.

Well, what you want anting-anting for?

Moro no afraid of things he can see,

only afraid of things he can't see.

Well, what about bullets?

You can see them.

No see bullets. Bullets...

(WHIZZING)

You no believe in anting-anting?

No.

Then what you got those rats for?

Oh, well, they're to help me find out

something I want to know.

Something you no see?

That's it.

Anting-anting.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, Doc! Come here a minute, will you?

Look, Doc. One of Swede's orchids

is due for the stalk.

Well, how soon, Larson?

Any day now.

Do you know, I do a lot of this pollinating

in my spare time.

Think it'll have to be a cesarean?

Well, it all depends. What kind is it?

LARSON:
It's a Paphiopedilum.

Just a plain Paphiopedilum?

Oh, no, it's a Paphiopedilum fairrieanum.

Oh, that's nothing.

You know, I wanna get a white orchid.

That's why I'm down here.

You gotta go an awful long way

before you run across a white orchid.

(EX CLAIMING)

It's called Cragg.

It fires many bullets at once.

How many they have?

Three hundred.

Bullets?

Enough.

One of these guns worth 20 bulls.

If we get them, you be sultan of Mindanao.

We must get them now.

(SPEAKING MORO)

No, no, Tuan.

They must attack us.

But why they wait?

We kill commander.

Why they not send men?

Perhaps when we send the juramentado

to kill the new commander, Manning,

they send men.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, Steve!

Aren't you coming down to the landing?

I want you to meet my wife.

Yes, certainly. Go on ahead.

I'll be with you in a few minutes.

Right.

Linda, if you believe in marriage,

never say yes to a soldier.

Ever since I've been married,

I've been chasing my husband

all over the world.

I haven't seen him this time in over a year.

I know just how you feel.

I haven't seen my father in over four years.

I hope he recognizes me.

Hey. Hey!

Do you got a box there for me?

Larson. L-A-R-S-O-N.

Bill. Bill!

Bill, look, I got a letter

from a lawyer in Manila.

I wrote to him just to make quite sure.

And they say

they've found the titles to the island.

It doesn't belong to anybody.

I can just move right in.

I don't even have to buy it.

So what I'm going to do...

LARSON:
Hey, Bill, Mac.

Look, my orchid seeds arrived

from Battlement Gordon.

Oh, darling.

Oh, George, my ribs!

Oh, bless your ribs.

Bless your heart. Bless you.

As president of the reception committee

of the port of Mysang...

Linda!

Pardon me.

Linda, this is the man

I've been telling you about.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Ladies, may I present

Lieutenants McCool, Canavan, and Larson.

This is Mrs. Manning and Captain Hartley's

daughter, Miss Linda Hartley.

- How do you do?

- But, George, where's Captain Hartley?

He should be here now. I just left him.

- Oh, he's right... Will you come with us?

- Yeah!

Yeah, we know, over here.

How long do you

expect to stay, Miss Hartley?

As long as my father will let me.

I know I'm going to like it here.

Larson here spends all his time

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