Huk! (1956) - full transcript

(roaring)

**

(speaking
in Filipino)

We will not rest until
we destroy the plantations.

We will
attack!

Avenge the blood
of our brothers!

To this,
I pledge my life.

Are you
with me?

(shouts of support)

(shouting
in Filipino)

(shouting together)



**

**

(church bell tolling)

**

We'll bring back enough
ammunition from Manila

to pay
them back.

**

Bye, Cindy--
don't worry about us.

Now you're not gonna start
agreeing with Bart, are you?

You'll be safer
in Manila.

Oh no, I'll be back with Bart
and your precious Mr. Dickson.

Let's not kick it
around anymore, huh?

Take care
of yourself, Dad.

Keep the men on four-hour
watches right around the clock



until I get back,
huh?

Just in case.

Goodbye.

Goodbye,
Dad.

(captain shouting orders
in Filipino)

(ship bell
rings)

(engine starts)

(ship horn blowing)

Lucio,
take over.

Yes, sir.

(man announcing on PA)
Northwest Orient Airlines
international flight number 4,

arriving from Seattle,
Anchorage and Tokyo.

Welcome to Manila,
folks.

Paging Mr. Dickson--
Mr. Greg Dickson--

Please report
to the ticket counter.

Thank you.

You page
Dickson?

Yes,
your party, sir.

Yes, that is
a party.

Mr. Dickson, I'm very glad
you're here.

Glad to
be here.

Tell the Northwest
Service

I'll have to cross the
International Date Line

more often.

Where are the rest
of your things?

Would you like
an inventory?

I've got
a sleeping bag

at a construction camp
on the Colorado River,

a change of shirts at
a boarding house in Seattle--

I see.

We were expecting something
a little different.

We?

You-- uh,
part of a team?

I'm from
the plantation.

I used to work
for your father.

Never figured he'd hire
anybody but a man.

Let's just pretend
I am a man, hm?

Nobody has that
much imagination.

**

Hey, ever ride
in a kalesa?

Look, we're due to sail
in less than an hour.

No gasoline fumes, no harsh
grinding of the gears,

This seems to be
an educated beast.

When he gets near
the Hotel Manila park,

he can outrun
Man o' War.

Let's go.
Pier seven,
and hurry.

**

And no detours.

**

Too bad we don't have time
to do the town.

Now, if I hadn't
known you so long, I'd--

I'd suspect you
didn't like me.

Driver, can you go
a little faster, please?

Always throw yourself
at men like that?

I don't believe I've
properly introduced myself.

No, as a matter
of fact, you haven't.

I'm
Mrs. Rogers.

Mrs.-- ?

You mean
Bart's wife?

(chuckling)
Well, I'll be.

You know,
when I left these parts,

he was just a kid,
still throwing rocks at girls.

Well, some kids
grow up.

Yeah.

Guess I came home
too late.

I guess
you did.

Too late for your
father's sake, anyway.

I'm not talking
about that.

Look, your father
was shot to death

by the Huks
just two weeks ago and--

Yeah?

Never mind.

Driver,
please hurry.

**

Salamat.

**

Hi, Bart.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Sorry about
your dad, Greg.

Yeah, sure,
sure.

He'd changed a lot
these last few years.

For better
or worse?

We weren't sure
you'd get our cable.

Stubborn people,
Western Union.

Always get
their man.

Found me in a poker game
up near Salem, Oregon.

Where have you been
hiding all these years?

Oh, here and there--
building bridges.

They put 'em in
the strangest places.

Some of them almost
as far away as Paoli.

Paoli's been
good to us.

Now it'll be
good to you.

Yeah, that's what the lawyers
in San Francisco said--

$2 million
worth of good.

Hey, is old Pinote
still skipper?

No, he died
a while back.

Aw, I'm sorry
to hear that.

Young Pinote's
taken over.

I'll go up and surprise him--
see you later.

(Bart)
Cindy's staying
in Manila.

Bart!

Now look, I told you
you were staying here.

Bart, that's
not fair.

The embassy will find
a place for you to stay.

I'll come back for you
as soon as it's safe...

if you still
want me.

Darling,
I'm your wife!

It's important
that we be together.

Important
for me?

Or important
for you?

Important for
both of us.

Look.

I owe you too
much already.

(ship horn blowing)

Bye, Cindy.

Take care
of yourself.

Bart--

Please let me
go with you.

**

**

For sharks?

For Huks.

Part of
a handy kit?

They might come in
very handy.

Bunch of idiots
running around the hills

with rusty
bolo knives

and you packing a set
of .50 calibers--

like swattin' flies
with a pile driver.

Good morning!

Hi,
good morning.

Everything all right,
darling?

Yeah,
so far.

What's all this Huk business do
to real estate values on Paoli?

Well, don't look
so shocked.

There'll be plenty for everybody
if we can unload that plantation

before we have
to hold a fire sale.

Think I'll go out
and check the forward gun.

My, how eccentric
of you.

Eccentric?

Making your
own cigarettes.

Even cowboys buy them
by the carton these days.

You always so critical
early in the morning?

(chuckling)

Where's Bart?

Went up forward
to check the guns.

Guess
I upset him.

Told him I was gonna
sell the plantation.

Now don't tell me
that upsets you, too.

(sailor shouting)
Lancero Point!

What's the alarm
about Lancero Point?

They feel there's a
concentration of Huks there.

Let me take over.

**

7,000 islands
out there.

That's a lot
of islands.

No way of telling
which ones the Huks are on.

(gunshot firing)

(gunfire ricocheting)

(machine gun firing)

(gunfire continues)

(speaking Filipino)

(gunfire exchange stops)

Thanks.

(gunshot firing)

(machine gun firing)

Bart!

(Greg)
Bart!

Bart!

Easy, boy.

Easy.

The Huk shoot's over.

I remember the day you wouldn't
even play with a cap gun.

(Cindy)
Leave him alone.

He needs a shot
of brandy

and so do I.

**

(ship horn blowing)

**

Good to see ya.

14 years.

Yeah,
14 years.

Sure good
to see ya.

I was askin' the skipper
about you just this morning.

"They crated the old man
away yet?" I asked him.

Not a chance.

Sure look
wonderful.

Got the guns aboard,
Dad.

50 surplus rifles,

four machine guns, plenty of
ammunition and some dynamite.

(Dad)
Good.

Major Balatbat just arrived
here with a platoon.

He's got a theory the Huks
intend to burn a path

right through
the cane.

(Major Balatbat)
Hello, sir.

How are you,
Major?

How are you?

This is Greg Dickson,
Major.

Major.

My sympathy, sir,
for the death of your father.

They tell me there's war
going on here, Major.

One platoon,
huh?

That the extent
of your army on Paoli?

We are spread a little thin,
as you can see.

There's so many islands
and so many sugar centers.

I'm afraid your plantation's
just one of them, sir.

No hard feelings,
Major.

I don't know your plans
for that little group,

but they tell me I got a pretty
valuable piece of real estate.

I mean
to defend it.

Are you armed,
sir?

No.

May I suggest you wear
side arms at all times.

It would be a feather
in his cap

if Kalak, who killed your
father, would also kill you.

Kalak?

He's still in the area,
I'm sure of that.

Don't be like
Mr. Rogers here.

I've heard
that the tobacco

used by Mr. Rogers
is very deadly.

But still, not much
for Kalak's trigger.

Hello,
Dad.

Told you
I'd be back.

Bart's gonna stay
and help unload.

Hello,
Major.

Mrs. Rogers.

I'll be around,
Mr. Dickson.

I feel you're most
excellent bait.

Anytime,
Major.

Goodbye.

Bye.
Bye.

**

Forgot to knock,
old man.

Where are
your knuckles?

You've got some people
around here fooled

with that mask
you're wearing.

Not me.

I helped
raise you.

Bart tells me you've been
building real ones.

Yeah, I've had some
jobs here and there.

Still as footloose
as ever?

More so.

Last we heard from you was when
we cabled you about your mother.

Yeah.

Your father spent a lot
of time sitting in that chair.

He wouldn't let anything
in here be touched.

Comes a little late,
doesn't it?

Always the same
old trouble.

Too little,
too late.

When I was a kid,

you and old man Pinote
gave me something-- time.

Time's the biggest gift
a grownup can give a kid.

Your father was busy
building an empire.

Yeah,

Yeah,
no time.

**

**

Excuse me, old man,
I think I'll take a swim.

Hey,
remember the time

you jumped in after me,
clothes and all?

Did I ever
thank you for it?

Of course
you did.

**

**

You surprised me.

Oh?

I thought you'd be out
beating on doors by now,

getting bids
for your empire.

Shows you don't
know engineers.

Always make a survey,
I was taught.

Sort of look
the property over.

You mind if I go ahead
with my swim?

No, no,
go ahead.

**

Keep a
straight knee!

Rotor more
from the hip!

**

I can keep this up
as long as you can.

How 'bout we sit
the next one out?

(laughing)
Okay.

**

You know,
for a swimming instructor,

you didn't last
very long.

Don't get in the water
much anymore.

My business, I work
above the water.

First bridge I ever worked on
was the Tacoma Narrows Bridge--

Gallopin' Gertie,
they called her.

I remember it was on one
of these hot afternoons--

something
like today--

I was walking across
this 17-1/2 inch cable

about 6,000
feet long

and 450 feet
above the water.

The narrows look like one
of those aluminum griddles--

the kind you cook
flapjacks on.

Well, I was
about halfway--

You fell 450 ft.
into the frying pan

and that's why
you hate people today.

Now hold on,
Mrs. Rogers.

I don't
hate people.

I just don't let 'em
get me down.

You know, you never expect
anything from anybody,

you got
no problem.

You must be very happy
with you.

The only thing that never lets
you down is a fact or a formula,

like
the truss arch,

91-strand cable or
a cantilever or--

Do you
love him?

You do realize that
that's none of your business.

Oh, I don't know
about that.

Bart and I are
very old friends.

We grew up
together.

He even liked
my father.

But I'll withdraw
the question.

**

Look out!

**

(crickets chirping)

Well, they tell me
you're going to live.

I may have to give up weight
lifting for a day or two

and push-ups before breakfast,
but I think I'll make it.

I'm sure you can manage
with one arm.

What you need
is a good night's sleep.

On a hot night
like this?

You learn how
in the islands.

Oh?

And just how
do you get sleep?

You'd never
guess.

I'd like
to try.

An old music box--
Brahms.

It plays me
to sleep.

How eccentric
of you.

Maybe you'll loan it to me
when I get restless.

Good night,
Mr. Dickson.

Goodnight,
Mrs. Rogers.

(crickets chirping)

How's Greg?

That was Greg,
wasn't it?

How old would
you say he is?

Well, when he was sent
stateside to finish college,

he was 19.

That was
14 years ago.

You'd think
in all those years

he'd have learned something
about morals.

What?

Don't
misunderstand me.

I'm only talking about
what makes him tick.

I don't know.

He has
no give.

It's all take.

Cindy, I'm gonna mention
this for the last time.

I want you
to leave.

The first thing in the morning,
as soon as Pinote can shove off.

And I'm going to ask you
not to mention it again.

I told you I'm staying
right here with you.

Are you that curious
about him?

That's the last thing
you have to worry about.

I don't think so.

Oh now, Bart,
don't be ridiculous.

You don't know how deep
worry can go, Cindy.

Yes, I do.

I never want
you to know.

It's the war,
Bart.

The old war,
and now this new war.

I'm talking
about us--

About how you
feel being--

being married
to me and--

Bart.

(whispers)
Please.

I'm sorry.

You better
turn in now.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

**

(music box playing
Brahms's Lullaby)

**

Just because I was
lucky enough to kill him,

why should
I attend his funeral?

Watch the faces
carefully,

especially those
who look very sad.

(digging)

These are
our people.

They work here.

What do they know
about the Huk?

Mr. Dickson, your swimming
companion with the knife--

he worked
for you too.
Oh?

Then Mr. Kalak has made some
converts in our own backyard.

Not many.

A few.

Most are loyal.

Major, just what's
your pitch?

Why do you want me
out here?

Don't you
remember?

You're
my bait.

You think somebody would
take a pot shot at me

right here
at the funeral?

Oh, come now,
Major.

Not even the Huks
are that crazy--

not with your men
around here.

You do not know
the Huks, Mr. Dickson.

No.

No,
but I'm learning fast.

**

The Huks demanded money and rice
to fight our government.

That was Kalak's price
for not burning the central.

Your father told him
to come for it personally.

Then he set
an ambush for Kalak.

It did
not succeed.

But it was a
brave thing to try.

He was long
on bravery.

You've been
gone many years.

You're--
how do you say--

rusty about the things
important to the Filipino.

I'm here to sell
this outfit

and fly home with a suitcase
full of importance.

Does that
sicken you, Major?

Who will defend the people
who live here?

Who worked your land
all these years?

You, Major.

You will.
With what?

With
one company?

**

In the United States,

do you read much
of our leader Magsaysay?

He hasn't knocked the World
Series off the front page,

but I've heard
of him.

Face-to-face, he has talked
to every soldier in our army.

And he teaches what I first
learned in your country

when I took my training
at Fort Benning:

That all free men
are brothers.

Look, Major, I'm getting tired
of being the heavy around here.

I didn't bring
my flag this trip.

I'm an engineer,
not a guy on horseback.

I like the feel
of 50s in my palm.

Does that sum it up
for you?

Whether you like it
or not, Mr. Dickson,

on this side
of the world

we are all playing for larger
stakes than your plantation.

Your country and mine have
been together a long time.

We're going
to stay that way.

Yeah.

Guess I'm getting soft,
Major,

but
I admire you,

in my own
limited way.

Good luck.

It is you, Mr. Dickson,
who will need the good luck.

**

**

Ramirez!

(speaking Filipino)

**

**

Ah, that's a pretty slick
piece of machinery.

How long do you think
it would take

to get a firm offer
on this place?

From Hong Kong
or the Americans?

First come,
first serve.

Hong Kong--
overnight.

The others,
a little longer.

All this
Huk business,

do you think that would
hold us up any?

The other outfits
are in the same boat.

So long as the Huks don't
destroy our machinery

or burn down
the cane,

it won't
affect bidding.

Well, whoever it is,
get on it.

Money
is money.

The people, Greg-- they prefer
Americans managing the place.

Just how do you
know that?

Did you ever
really ask them?

Maybe they prefer
chop suey to hamburgers.

These cars,

they make them easy on
the eyes nowadays, don't they?

Real low
and slinky.

When I left
the States,

our cars stood right up
where you could see 'em.

Straight and proud
they stood.

You know something,
old man?

You never bought a round trip
ticket anywhere in your life.

You think
that's wrong?

Yeah.

Look, we'll go back
together.

You know anything I get
you're part of it.

You've served
your term.

Let's put the whole works
on the block

and we'll get rid of it
and get out of here.

Now I can't promise you
a Stanley Steamer,

but when we hit
San Francisco

there's one thing
I can promise you,

and that's the longest,
sleekest looking automobile

you've ever seen
in your life.

I'm grateful, Greg,
but I just couldn't do it.

Why?

Well, I admit that
I've thought about going back.

For 45 years I've thought
about it, off and on.

I've followed
the ads.

I know that buildings
are taller.

Some of 'em
real tall.

I know they've sort of cleaned
the doo-dads off things

back in
the States.

But I came here
in 1907.

Me and a boatload
of other schoolteachers.

Had a nice new
teaching credential

and a mind full of high
purpose-- help the people.

That's what
I came here to do.

Not with
a gun.

Not with
the Good Book either.

But with quinine,
and clean drinking water,

and the three "R"s.

We did
a fine job too.

A job to be
proud of.

Got the illiteracy rate
down below 50%,

cleaned up cholera
and the plague,

and taught folks
to hold up their heads

and look a man
straight in the eye.

You think anyone
appreciates what you did?

Or remembers?

Yes,
yes, I do.

You know,

Americans have a wonderful
ability to win friends.

They have a nice smile,
they're simple and honest.

I'm still
an American, Greg.

I'd like to do more
than just win friends.

I'd like
to keep them.

You gonna handle
this sale, or do I?

I'm working for you now,
I'll handle it.

All right,
fine.

Greg.

No matter who buys the place,
I'm staying here.

I have
no choice.

Don't put me in that
kind of spot, old man.

I've got plenty of bumps
on my conscience already

without pulling the rug out
from under your feet.

I'm sorry,
son.

Yeah.

Yeah.

**

(speaking Filipino)

**

**

(fire crackling)

(crashing and rumbling)

Get more men
on this fire!

(gunshots firing)

(gunshot firing)

Just what's he trying
to get out of his system?

I remember when
he was a kid

he wouldn't even pull
the wings off of a butterfly.

There's lots of things
you don't know about, Greg.

Yeah,
for instance?

Remember Bart and I
spent three years

at Santo Tomás
concentration camp.

You don't know
what it means--

Bad food,

solitary confinement,
burning fever.

You don't know what
it can do to a man.

If Bart had known last
November 12th what he knows now,

things would
be different.

What's
November 12th?

The day he and Cindy
got married.

Go on.

You can
tell me.

He can never be
a husband to Cindy.

Not a
real husband.

Major was right.

(reading)
"People of Paoli,
rise up and join us.

"Strike now.

"The blood of young Dickson
must water the earth,

"which is
rightfully yours.

"Kalak."

Kalak writes
a lousy fan letter.

It's
a real yack.

What are you gonna
do about it?

I'm gonna keep him from pouring
kerosene over this joint

until your father here can get
me a certified check for it.

And let Kalak
get away with this?

Okay, so I'm
his number one pigeon.

But if you think I'm going out
and challenge him

with native spears
at ten paces, you're nuts.

Let's get out
of here.

**

(speaking Filipino)

**

Is this
everybody?

Yeah.

Well, you all know what happened
earlier this evening.

And they may
try it again.

So we're going to give
each one of you men

either a rifle
or a pistol.

(men murmuring)

(Greg)
Each one of our regular guards
will take three men.

I want every
station covered.

Two men will sleep
while two men stand guard.

You'll be
on two-hour shifts.

Two on and two off
until daybreak.

All right, Bart,
give 'em the guns.

(crowd murmuring)

Somebody got
some questions?

What about
our families?

Who will
defend them?

What about
our homes?

Huks don't care
about your homes.

All they
wanna do

is destroy the one thing on this
island that means anything--

This!

How do you think
you'd live?

Where would you earn money
for your families

if it weren't
for these machines?

Now look, I'm sorry
you're mixed up in this,

but whether
we like it or not,

Kalak wants to make an example
of this plantation.

Now our one chance
is to stand firm.

Together.

Get the guns.

These aren't people
to you.

They're just
so many guns.

We're living in a .50-caliber
generation, Mrs. Rogers.

People are only
as good as their aim.

Ask your husband.

He's pretty sharp with
the trigger department.

You never let up,
do you?

Okay, so I was
rough on 'em.

This is
their life.

This place has fed them
and clothed them.

What about their
wives and children?

The Huks won't
bother them.

God and Mr. Kalak
willing!

Looks like it'll
line up okay.

Fine, I'll take
the first watch.

What about me,
Commodore?

You get
some rest.

Bart, I think you'd
better take your bride up

to one of our
air-conditioned suites.

I suggest
the third floor.

We'll call you
when your watch starts.

Don't worry,
I'll keep in touch.

Hope you brought
your music box.

Greg.

Now look--

I said I'd call you
when we needed you.

Thanks, but this isn't
a night for sleep.

Goodnight.
Greg!

This place has
been good to me.

You understand?

Sure, sure, old man,
anything you say, sure.

I'd like to have
half a dozen men

to go with me
to the village.

Look, the village
is in no danger.

What would they want
with a row of grass shacks?

One of us-- an American--
should be there.

Look,
old man,

there's one thing on this island
that's not expendable,

and that's you.

Now you get up there and
find yourself a nice place

and go
to sleep.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(Greg)
All right, men!

Take your stations!

Cindy.

How did Greg know
about the music box?

I told him.

Isn't that a fairly
personal subject?

I don't think it's
all that personal.

Come on, hm?

**

**

(clattering)

(gunshot firing)

(guerillas
laughing)

(gunshot firing)

**

(gunshot)

(machinery humming)

Like one
of these?

Now that
you're awake,

I think
it's about time

I asked you
a few direct questions.

Like what?

Like, where'd
you come from?

How'd you get
to Paoli?

You know, things
in that category.

You have a particularly
poor sense of timing.

When you're standing
two-hour watches on and off,

you have to make
the offs count.

Where'd you
meet Bart?

At the embassy in Manila--
a garden party.

Love at first sight,
huh?

I was a secretary working
at the embassy-- very fast, too.

Fast?

90 words
a minute.

(chuckling)

How'd you get
way out here?

Wanted to see
the world,

till I ran out
of money in Manila.

Now, what else would
you like to know?

We haven't even begun to scratch
that beautiful surface yet.

Ever miss
the States?

Got nobody
to miss there.

Both my parents
are dead.

I have a cousin who lives
in Monterey, but--

I guess this
is my home now.

I was talking
to Stephen.

He told me
about Bart--

A lot of things
I didn't know about him.

I feel sorry
for both of you.

Just wanted you
to know that.

You know, I think I will take
one of those things now.

Oh, fine.

**

**

**

(gunshots firing)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gunshots firing)

(train approaching)

(gunshot firing)

(gate crashing)

(gunshot firing)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Bart!

(blade whooshing)

(gunshot)

Bart!

(gunshots firing)

(gunfire continuing)

(bales crashing)

(train engine stalling,
steam hissing)

(gunfire continuing)

(armored truck
approaching)

(shouting orders
in Filipino)

**

(machine gun firing)

(men shouting)

(gunfire continues,
armored truck rumbling)

(grenade exploding)

What are you
trying to do?

Get yourself
killed?

This is
my battle, too.

Yeah,
I guess it is.

(gunfire continuing)

**

(machine gun firing)

(armored truck rumbling)

**

(orders in Filipino)

**

**

(Major)
Someone covered him
with our flag.

Mr. Rogers
would like that.

He was
an American,

but he was
one of us, too.

You wanted to play
with a new toy, old man.

Why?

What did you ever
know about guns?

Why didn't you stick
to your pipe and tobacco?

Quinine?
Your three "R"s?

Boy, I'll bet you
really tore into 'em,

like
a real killer.

Were you fast
on the draw?

Blinking
behind those glasses?

Did you ask their pardon
before you fired?

Why'd you do it,
old man?

Why?

(tearfully)
Why would you do
a thing like that?

Now you've gone
and spoiled everything.

Why didn't you leave the
shooting to Bart and to me?

(gun clatters)

**

(crying)

You were right,
old man--

So right!

(sobbing)

About so
many things.

You and
your one-way ticket.

**

Maybe I'll stay
awhile too.

Till there are no more clocks
on your island.

Would you like that,
old man?

(sobbing)

Guess you can use
another man, Major.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Dickson.

You and your people must
evacuate this island now.

The entire village is going--
what's left of them.

I'm not gonna run--
not now, Major.

Perhaps you didn't
hear me, Mr. Dickson.

You were
in the army.

This is
an order.

Kalak is set
to attack in force.

You will assume immediate
charge of Pinote's ship.

Get the men, women
and children aboard her.

With luck, you can
make Manila by morning.

I'll be back
on the first boat.

Good luck
to you, Major.

God be with you,
Mr. Dickson.

**

We'll see to it that
he gets a proper burial.

**

**

(crickets chirping)

Today
we were beaten.

Tomorrow
we will win.

(cheering in unison)

At dawn,

we will attack them
with more guns.

More men from
many islands will join us.

We have tasted
our last defeat.

(cheering in unison)

(speaking Filipino)

(shouting
in Filipino)

(crowd responds
in Filipino)

(shouting in Filipino)

(men clamoring)

(shouting orders
in Filipino)

**

**

(shouting in Filipino)

**

(people chattering)

(crying)

(pig squealing)

Sorry!

Soldier!

(pig squealing loudly)

Come on,
get up there.

Okay.

Let's go,
Pinote.

(issuing orders
in Filipino)

(engine starting)

**

So you're going
to Manila after all.

With you.

**

(machinery humming)

**

**

(babies crying)

**

Sergeant!
Yes?

Tell our skipper
full steam ahead-- hurry!

**

(explosion)

(explosion)

(explosion)

(people screaming)

**

(explosion)

(gunshots firing)

Get these gas jugs
overboard!

**

(splashing)

(splashing)

(gunshots firing,
people screaming in panic)

**

(gunshots firing)

**

(gunshots firing)

**

It's flooding--
the engine room!

How long can you
keep her going?

Ten,
maybe 15 minutes.

Head her for the beach,
and drop the light post.

Okay.

**

Can you get her
any closer?

No, we're scraping
bottom already.

**

(gunshot,
explosion)

(explosion)

(gunshot firing,
explosion)

(gunshot firing,
explosion)

(machine gun firing)

**

(machine gun firing)

**

(gunfire continuing)

**

(machine gun firing)

**

**

(gunshot ricocheting)

Ramirez!

(gunshot firing)

**

(gunfire continues)

**

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(babies crying)

(gunshot)

**

(gunfire continuing)

(dynamite explosion)

(babies screaming)

**

(grunting)

(gunshot)

(shouting in Filipino)

**

(rebels shouting)

(gunfire continuing)

**

(armored truck rumbling)

(gunfire continuing)

(gunfire continuing)

**

**

(Cindy)
Bart?

Bart!

Oh, Bart.

(sobbing)

**

**

**

**

Kalak?

He's finished.

**

Your plantation,
I'm afraid, is finished too.

That doesn't
matter.

We'll start
all over again.

(people singing
in Filipino)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

**

**

**

(roaring)