Tommy Guns (Nação Valente)

Angola, 1974 One year before independence

Auntie.

Auntie.

Auntie.

Wait, wait!

Let's go.

Get the knife!

Get it.

Stop, that's enough.

If we don't play the drums for three days,

the earth won't contain him.

What do you want me to do?

The white man is listening...

An angry soul will not rest without drums.

Look, his blood is still on your hands.

Do you think he'll stay underground?

Let's sing, then.

Maybe his soul will find peace in our voices

and sleep at last.

Tchissola, you can't leave the clothes on the line today.

It's a death day.

...and the tension increases

between the armed guerrillas and the descendants of the Portuguese...

Open the door, fucking white woman!

They're trying to kill me.

Fly, my little bird, let us go now

My poor bird won't leave the ground

The others fly, you can fly too

My poor bird won't leave the ground

Tchissola.

Tchissola, are you listening?

Have you eaten?

Take this flour to the white lady's. Don't take the road.

Eat with her and come back before dark.

Are you scared of the white men?

Go on, it's a long way.

Pale Death crushes

with the same indifferent feet.

The huts of the poor and the towers of kings.

Life is too brief

for the hopes that take too long.

We are but dust and shadows,

born to glean the fruits of the earth.

Born to glean the fruits of the earth.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

TOMMY GUNS

Prata.

Mercy, master! It's me...

Shhh!

It's not too late.

It's not too late.

It's not too late...

Judas!

Who's going to cook?

Who?

Who's going to get food?

You?

Son of a bitch.

Do you want to leave? Go...

Go!

S'kwata!

S'kwata! S'kwata! S'kwata!

Kill!

Wait!

Kill!

Kill!

No...

Kill!

We'll leave you to the vultures and the hyenas.

Did anyone open the traitor's bag?

No, colonel.

Turra.

May I approach, sir?

Your country is proud of you, corporal.

Your contribution deserves a reward.

What is your weapon?

Heckler & Koch G3, sir.

Corporal, today you'll be promoted to sergeant.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Our country rewards those who fight for it.

I merely did my duty, sir.

If everyone did it,

we would never lose our overseas provinces.

I do not wish any sort of reward, sir.

On the 19th of October,

corporal José was promoted to sergeant,

as a reward for services rendered to the country.

No one could come from the general staff.

The roads are cut off.

I used to have a G3 too.

It's hard not to shoot.

But look...

Walther P38.

Keep it up and you'll have yours in no time.

My father died when I...

when I was very young.

I'm now the only man in my family.

Your mother has reason to be proud twice over.

I know she wants to see me again.

That could be my reward, sir.

Depriving the country

of a soldier like him would be a considerable loss.

He has a bright military future ahead.

He needs to use that bravery

to continue to honour our country, sir.

Our country honours us, believe me.

But it's Prata's bed...

Now it's yours,

sergeant.

I went all the way today.

Then I came back.

Do you remember your mother?

I do.

She's tall,

blonde...

and she gives me lots of nice toys.

Zé...

Zé...

The world is not what you see here, Zé.

I saw Prata! I saw Prata!

Shhh... Quiet!

"I've seen it all"

The saying of the Stoics!

The principle of happiness, in Horace's words.

On your arms!

- Down! Up! - 16!

Down! Up!

17!

Down! Up!

18!

Down! Up!

19!

On your arms!

Down! Up!

On your arms!

On your arms!

Present arms!

Shoulder arms!

Trail arms!

Shoulder arms!

Present arms!

Shoulder arms!

Halt!

What do you see?

What do you see with your eyes closed?

I see the sea, colonel.

We have a sailor among us.

On your arms!

- Down! Up! - 0!

- Down! Up! - 1!

- Down! Up! - 2!

- Down! Up! - 3!

Being able to see the sea doesn't make you free.

Captivity is a state of mind,

something you carry with you.

Get up!

The wall doesn't lock you in here.

It locks the enemy out.

Leave it, leave it.

Don't let the colonel find out about this.

Have you seen her?

Who?

Stay still, careful.

Zé!

Look here.

You're fine.

She was tall,

blonde...

Shut up.

Bandage.

Ready?

He's coming.

You must see her.

Before the current takes her away.

Shhh.

One day the war will end without us ever having been friends.

But this is the loneliness talking.

It's...

this endless wilderness

We're not here to be friends.

Understood?

Understood.

Sir.

I got hurt in training, sir.

Hurry up!

We have you covered.

More to the right.

More to the right.

More to the right.

Turn it.