For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada Page #3

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Let this be a lesson

to any of you who help

the traitorous Cristeros.

[ officer speaking Spanish ]

Ya!

[ officer speaking Spanish ]

Ya!

[ rifles clatter ]

Apunten...

ya!

Stop.

Fuego!

Jose. Mi amor.

[ kiss ] Ests bien?

[ kiss ] Thank the Lord.

[ kiss ] Mi amor.

[ kiss ]

They killed Father Christopher.

I told him he could come here.

He wouldn't come with me.

I should have made him come with me.

Jose...

it was very brave of you to try.

Can't Godfather punish them?

Your padrino's a mayor...

but even he has no power

over the federales.

Anacleto Gonzlez Flores?

Yes?

This is the most I could get.

Umberto, God bless you.

[ laughs ]

We need to take

five belts each if you can.

Let me show you.

Hello, Padre.

It is prohibited to say Mass,

Padre Robles.

I forgive you, my son.

[ crashing, gunfire ]

Ya!

[ man speaking Spanish ]

[ laughter ]

[ shouting ]

Captain.

[ Captain groaning ]

Please. What do you want?

Money?

I can get you money.

Spend it in hell, cabrn.

[ wood scrapes ]

[ gasps ]

[ spits ]

We have over 20,000 men

who call themselves

defenders or populists.

Most don't even know

of each other's existence.

That's why we need

a commander in chief

and a central command.

What about your military friends?

Well, they suggested

Enrique Gorostieta...

an experienced, decorated general

and strategist.

He defeated Zapata.

I know of him.

I doubt he's sympathetic to our cause.

I don't even think he's Catholic.

We are not hiring him to pray.

He is a great man

capable of doing great things.

Close your eyes,

and sleep with the angels.

I'll try.

Okay.

[ clatter ]

Close your eyes.

[ shards tinkling ]

My mother brought us

that vase from Sevilla.

Sorry, Mother.

[ coyotes howling ]

[ horse neighs ]

MAN:
You looking for me?

[ bullets whizzing ]

[ gunfire stops ]

[ clatter ]

[ yells ]

[ insects chirping ]

He has to be dead.

Let's go in.

You go first.

Okay?

Come on.

[ yelling ]

Come out, cabrn.

Got you surrounded.

[ horses galloping ]

We heard they rode by Chucho's.

We came as fast as we could.

Are you all right?

Who else came to help you?

Go get the rest of the guns

and the ammunition

and their horses.

We're Cristeros now, boys!

[ shouts ]

How many?

- Six.

- Six.

Four here.

Four there.

[ chuckles ]

Catorce.

Catorce.

Miguel Gomez Loza.

Enrique Gorostieta.

Sit down, please.

I represent the National League

for the Defense of Religious Liberty.

Maybe you have heard us

referred to as the League.

I have heard you called

by another name,

Cristeros.

Surely you don't support Calles.

No.

He's a barbarian

and a fool.

There are uprisings

all around the country.

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