War Horse Page #4

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his King, his country,

and his fallen comrades proud!

Be brave.

Fear God. Honor the King!

Fear God. Honor the King!

Draw swords!

Good luck, my friends.

Forward, to walk!

Walk... march!

Forward to canter!

Canter... march!

Kavallerie!

Charge!

What? Did you think that a garrison

on open ground would go undefended?

Look at yourself!

Who do you think you are?!

What do we do with the horses?

If theyre injured, shoot them.

And the others, sir?

The others you round up and take to

base camp, they will pull guns.

Youll never get fancy horses

like these to pull guns.

- Then shoot them also.

- Sir.

Perhaps we could use some of

them with the ambulances,

to get the injured men off the field.

- Will they take the harness?

- Id like to try, sir.

It wont work... theyre cavalry.

- Lets try.

- You wont get the harness on.

Come on, Michael.

Whoa, whoa. Easy, now,

Easy now, Englishman.

Easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy, easy.

Easy, easy now.

Gunther!

Its hopeless.

We cant help them.

Well, well, look at you.

Whoever taught you this

has just saved your life.

Hello the farm!

Hello, Si Easton!

I was at the post office...

...and while I was there,

Mrs. Allen said...

...a parcel had come

for Albert, from the -

From the -

From over there

and I thought...

...I could go up that way in the

morning. And, here it is.

Well, whod be sending me

a parcel over there?

Well, open it and see.

Its a sketchbook...

Thats Captain Nicholls sketchbook!

See that?

Thats a picture of Joey!

Its a picture of Joey.

Well, I never!

And theres a letter...

Well, go on then, go on.

Dear Albert Narracott.

Captain Nicholls, who died...

Captain Nicholls, who died in action

today left you this. Yours, Sergeant Sam Perkins.

You werent to know it was bad news.

He was riding Joey when he died.

You dont know that he was riding him...

In action, it says.

Gentlemen!

We move forward to the frontline tonight.

Full marching orders.

Get moving!

Schroeder! Schroeder!

No, not you... you. Come.

Im keeping you here.

You are best with the horses...

...and we need to move

the camp quickly...

...if the enemy continue to

push through from the west.

- Theyre pushing through?

- Im told.

We will move later when we find

where the horses are needed most.

Yes, sir.

Perhaps I can keep

my brother here with me,

hes also very good with horses.

Oh, no, no. Not necessary.

Get moving. We leave tonight.

Its all right, Gunther.

You are not going.

Ill tell them you are only 14,

- That youre a boy.

- Father signed me in.

He knew my age,

and so do they.

Mother obviously never

taught you how to fold a shirt.

Of course she did.

I just wasnt listening.

But you need to listen now!

I promised her...

I made her a solemn promise,

that you would be safe with me.

With me, Michael!

Theyll never make a head count.

There are too many of us.

You can stay here.

Slip underneath the bed,

until they move out.

Then what?

Gunther, it will be fine.

And when all the

machines break down

and they call up the horses,

Ill see you at the front.

Well be together again.

Gunther...

Im giving this to you. For luck.

To keep you safe.

Im schnellschritt!

Marsch... links!

Zwei, drei, vier! Left!

Zwei, drei, vier!

Get back in line! Line!

Im hungry.

- Did you bring food?

- Im sorry.

Will Father be ashamed?

He will pretend to be.

Maybe at first he will be.

But in the end, he will be glad.

And us?

What about us?

I was ready to go.

I was proud to go.

I wanted to go.

The food in Italy is good.

Yes.

What about the women?

Not as good as the food.

Because...

Theyve eaten too much of the food?

You are too young for war.

- And youre too young for women!

- I dont feel so young.

- Not anymore.

- Michael.

- What?

- Go to sleep

We have a big night

of riding ahead.

Goodnight, Michael.

Night night, Gunther.

Hei! In die windmhle!

- Go, go, go...

- Okay.

- Schroeder.

- Yes, sir.

A mistake?

A promise.

Ja...

Grandpre.

Its closer today.

The wind plays tricks with the noise,

Its moving away from us.

I can hear it, Grandpre,

and there is no wind.

You shouldnt lie to me.

Here. There is no wind here.

But over there...

A wind so strong it

will lift you off the ground...

You lie about everything.

You say you arent worried

but its clear you are.

I know the war is approaching,

But you say, "Oh, its

just a trick of the wind. "

Did I say that?

You started lying when

Mama and Papa went away.

Theyre dead.

But you wont say so.

Do you think Ill die

if you tell me the truth?

The truth is...

...you should speak to

your elders with respect.

If you tell me the

truth about the war,

I will tell you the truth

about the big horses,

Ive been keeping

in the windmill.

Now, who is the one telling lies!

- In the windmill?

- Yes.

They were standing in the

windmill waiting for Don Quixote.

This is Franois and this is Claude.

Yeah.

I named them after two boys

who broke my heart last Summer.

They must belong to someone.

Horses like this dont just

appear from a fairy-tale.

Yes, I know, Grandpre.

They are not unicorns.

So I will be fair and wait...

- ... one day.

- Emilie... Emilie...

And if no one comes to

get them by night-time,

- Emilie...

- Then they belong to me.

Emilie. Look at me.

You cannot ride.

Mother used to tell me how

my bones would give way...

- Yes. Thats right.

- ... with the slightest bump or fall.

So it is settled?

Good girl.

It will only be settled when

I decide which one to ride first.

But its -

Over my dead body!

At least I wont have long to wait.

I was in love with a boy called

Franois, who had your lovely eyes.

Unfortunately he was in love

with a girl called Marie,

Who had your teeth.

She fell for a boy called Claude,

who broke my heart.

And who I intend to marry one day.

Eyes on me.

No talking.

Today, we learn to jump.

Did you know the French

cleared one meter eightyfive...

...at the Paris Olympics

to win the gold medal?

Today, we will beat that record.

This is your jump.

When I call you,

be very brave and leap over it.

Leap over it! Watch me.

And now its your -

He doesnt think we can do it.

But we will show him, wont we?

No need to be afraid.

You are... very tall.

Youll kill yourself.

Only if you get in my way

to make me fall.

Oh please, come off the ladd-

Find somewhere to hide them.

And do it quickly!

Halt! Und aussteigen!

Und aussteigen!

My name is Bonnard,

This is my land. Why are you here?

Food for the soldiers at the front.

Everyone must give their share.

They are taking everything.

Where are the horses?

What horses?

- What is it?

- Leave it...

...if you dont know what its for.

A pot is a pot.

Well find some use for it.

Sir, wheres the livestock?

I make jam.

We have no animals.

But theres fresh hay in your barn.

We use it to replace

the mattress stuffings.

- Her grandfather?

- Yes.

- Where are her parents?

- Theyre dead.

They died.

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