The Real Glory

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.

What happens to those poor Philippine natives?

You'll 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, uh..

Canavan, the doctor.

He's been ordered to Mysang to keep the other four alive.

Your orders, colonel.

- Thank you, sir. - Good luck.

Alright, men, fall in. Come on, Jake!

Hey, Jake! Come on!

Alright, men. Get in, get in.

Look alive, men.

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.

'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.

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. Amal.

- 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!

- Let me carry the bags! - Let me carry the bags!

Say, uh..

You haven't, by any chance, got leprosy?

What's the Indian sign you've got on those other kids, anyway?

- You're not Filipino, are you? - No.

A Moro?

Oh, so that's it.

- What's your name? - Miguel.

Alright, Mike, you can take my bags up to the headquarters.

You bet your life.

- Swede. - Look. It's Bill.

The doc.

Oh.

Company, dismissed!

Dismissed!

Bill, you old sawbones.

- How are you? - How are you?

- Hiya, Doc, welcome to Mysang. - How are you, Swede?

- You still boiling your water? - Did you bring any beer?

- 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.

Oh! Orchidaceae dendrobium.

Hey, I-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 and train the native troops.

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.

Quran says that rats are creatures of ill omen.

Well, Captain, it's in our laps now.

Now on, the little brothers will have to stand on their own feet.

- If they can. - If they can.

Allah!

Better go in, padre.

I thought I missed when I shot at that juramentado

but I guess I didn't.

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.

I've heard of these fanatics that go berserk.

But I never saw one before.

I wonder what kept the bugger going

with all those slugs in him?

Must be some drug.

The drug that keeps them going is what keeps most of us going.

Faith, good or bad.

The juramentadobelieves that when he kills an infidel

it is a passport to heaven.

But I didn't know they selected their victims.

I thought they just attacked the first Christian they met?

I am a Christian, yet he didn't attack me.

Well, perhaps, I am not a good Christian.

Goodnight, senores.

Goodnight, 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, uh..

Bolo cut?

'Do you ever have headaches?'

- No. - 'Dizzy spells?'

No. I'm perfectly alright.

You must have a skull of cast iron.

Bad place for a bolo cut, the nerve center.

- I knew a man up in Samar.. - '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, uh..

Found them prowling around on the edge of the jungle.

Lieutenant, you know the orders about reprisals.

Captain, all I know is that Colonel Hatch...

He gave the orders.

Come in to the office.

Captain, look, give me a squad.

Let us try some of this juramentadobusiness.

That's what I wanna 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.