Prisoner of War

Where is he?

That man in that photo.

Where is he?

My father, my master.

You knew my father?

Oh, yes, I knew your father.

Unfortunately, during the war.

-What is your name? -My name is James Wright.

I was a wing commander, Royal Air Force.

I spent time with your father in Bataan.

My father spoke of you.

Many stories about the Westerner that knew the Eastern arts.

A great fighter.

A forbidden move.

But now, you come to my dojo,

revive shame for my family.

You bring trouble and dishonor.

Now, Mr. Wright,

I will give you trouble.

Stop!

What is it you've come here for?

Wait, wait, wait...

Let's go! Let's go!

British?

You, only survivor?

No survivors.

Another one. How much? How much?

Shit.

Shit!

Oh, shit.

Move!

Wing Commander James Wright,

Royal British Air Force.

Corporal Hirano was like a brother to me.

My sincerest condolences.

Sleep well, Wing Commander Wright.

Today you are victorious,

but tomorrow, you die.

Move!

Randall J. Priniger, Ludington, Michigan.

Most guys call me "The Beard," or "Beardy,"

or just plain old "Beard."

I respond to all variations, non-derogatory variations.

Good to meet you. Wright.

You got a first name, Wright?

Yes, James. Royal Air Force. I'm a pilot.

This is the Greek's. It's reserved for the Greek.

Come... Come, come, come, come. Come here.

Take this one. This was Simmons' spot.

He's gone now.

Yeah, he's dead.

He got the fucking malaria.

No, no, no. Dysentery. The bloody flux.

How'd you get here, James?

Was sent on a support mission

to back up the Allies' last stand.

There were ten of us,

we took off from a banana boat on the South China Sea.

We were told that the Filipinos had a foothold

in the peninsula, but I guess that was bad intel.

By the time we arrived, the Japs

had pretty much wiped everyone out.

Turned out to be a bloody suicide mission.

I was hit, ejected over the water, dead of night.

Somehow washed up here.

So the Brits, are they coming to liberate us or what?

And you are?

Gabriel Villanueva,

United States Army, Sergeant First Class.

-Nice to meet you. -Good to meet you.

He's half-Filipino.

They sent him here to help train the locals in Bataan.

-It's Ba-tah-ahn. -That's what I said. Ba-tahn.

So the Brits, are they coming?

I'm afraid not.

They think I'm dead, they think...

they think we're all dead.

So, no.

Inside the barracks, we maintain military structure.

We all have rules.

We share work detail, even burial detail.

Also, we have our commander here as well.

Who's that? Who's the commander?

Captain Collins. He's the highest rank among us.

He's down in the A-barrack. You'll meet him tomorrow.

I don't think there will be a tomorrow for me, old chap.

That could be any of us.

No, no. I...

I already killed three of Ito's men, that he knows about.

I'm pretty sure that by tomorrow,

Ito's got a bullet with my name on it.

That's, unless anyone knows a way out of here.

Getting out of the camp isn't the problem.

It's getting back in and realizing

there's nowhere else to go.

They all come back,

and that's when they get caught.

You're better off going on the march.

What's the march?

Anyone strong enough to work, they stay here.

They had us clear a runway, now they got us

building a perimeter wall.

They're sending the rest to another camp 60 miles north,

and they're calling that the Death March.

What do we know about this other camp?

- Anything? - Very little.

Men are dropping off along the way.

Ones who do make it,

God only knows what's happening to them.

For all we know, this is the easy way out.

Or maybe you'll get lucky and get the sword.

Just better hope it's a clean beheading.

Sometimes it takes more than one swing to finish the job.

Yeah, right. Don't listen to him.

That's Times Square.

When the lieutenant colonel addresses the camp,

they line us up there.

It's also where the battles happen.

The battles happen there.

Ito puts all the people

who misbehave center stage.

He puts them in there with his guards.

He uses it as a training ground for them.

Up! Now!

These men were caught

with extra rations inside of their barracks.

An example must be made.

Fight to the death!

He will meet his end soon enough.

You got rocks in your fist?

Captain.

-Collins. -Captain. Good to meet you.

That was some impressive shit.

Glad you're on my side.

Drinks on me.

- Beardy. - Yeah?

-A round for the Brit. -I'm... way ahead of you.

Kaboom.

A couple sips of this will cure any ailment.

So, uh...

What happened to your leg? You okay?

Yeah, took some shrapnel a few months back.

Believe it or not, I was the lucky one.

As long as I can do hard labor, I'll be all right.

Cheers, boys.

Cheers.

May we live to fight another day.

Oh, yeah.

You like it?

-Tastes like bloody petrol. -It's my recipe.

It's supposed to taste like petrol.

Where are you from in England, James?

I was born in Surrey, but grew up in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong.

How does that happen?

My father worked there.

Textiles, but I moved back to England when he passed.

So was Hong Kong where you learned

all that chop-socky bullshit?

Something like that.

No, I've been lucky enough to train in a few places.

Uh, Hong Kong, Thailand, even Japan.

I've been here a while.

Nobody makes it out of those battles.

Here we go.

You are a skilled fighter.

Who trained you in our ways?

-Did you train in Japan? -I've trained many places.

You've already revealed who trained you.

Your technique, most forbidden.

This belongs to you?

Yes.

Your father, war hero?

Yes.

Mine, too.

Give it back to me.

Maybe you'll see your father again.

My father's dead.

Then you will definitely meet him again.

Rest well, Commander.

Tomorrow...

you die.

Let's go, Brit. You're up.

-James, would you like a drink? -No, thanks.

Let's get this done.

Anyone got any water?

Yeah, Beardy. Water.

Uh, thank you.

Ito's head must be spinning right now.

Why didn't you finish him off?

Ito's men, they're just doing as they're told.

They don't want to die any more than we do.

Look, let's get out of sight.

Come to my office.

Look.

Okay. Hang in there, okay?

Because in about a week,

they're going to march us to another camp.

We'll be out of this hellhole.

Or to a worse one. If we make it.