For Greater Glory: The True Story of Cristiada Page #4

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Over 20,000 men,

but no leader.

No leader?

I am not what you might call

a devout believer.

We propose to hire you

to turn our armed resistance

into a formidable army.

An army?

I thank you, sir,

for a most generous offer.

Okay, let's make an army.

Let's make a, uh, formidable army

out of a group of ragtag peasants

in huaraches...

out of a few game ranchers,

out of some tenderfooted clergy

who are trembling at the thought

of holding a weapon for the first time.

You want me to make

a national guard out of that?

Look at me.

Do you have proper weapons? No.

Do you have

an ammunition supply? No.

Do you have

a central command? No.

How many is that?

Three no's.

All you have is belief,

and belief will not save them in battle.

A central command?

The League has an extensive

secret network all over Mxico.

Weapons, ammunition?

From dissenters

within the army itself

and soldiers we have defeated.

Surely you have read about

our victories in your paper.

And your defeats.

General, that's why

we want to hire you.

And suppose I'm interested

in your offer.

What are your finances?

You gonna pay me in prayers?

Tell me what you want,

and I will bring it back to the League.

I don't think the Cristeros

can afford me.

The question here is,

where does the finest general

in Mxico want to serve?

[ sniffs ]

If I don't take these photographs,

who will?

Who will record this barbarity

that wouldn't be believed?

Why didn't they shoot you?

Heh.

I always promise them a portrait.

[ clatter outside ]

Miguel.

Miijo, what happened?

Are you all right?

Yes, Father.

There was a big battle.

Bullet went right through my ankle.

They killed my horse.

Hi.

I will get Dr. Limn.

No, no, no, no.

It's better if no one knows.

No one will know.

I have known him for almost 30 years.

[ laughs ]

Will he be all right?

Yes.

Boys, time to go.

Don't tell anyone what you saw here.

- Viva!

- [ cheering ]

Viva Cristo Rey!

Viva El Catorce!

[ cheering continues ]

El Catorce!

El Catorce!

El Catorce!

[ kiss ]

[ kiss ]

There you go, Padre.

Thank you, Pablo.

[ horses neighing ]

The legendary El Catorce.

Victoriano Ramirez.

My brother Pablo.

Hey.

They should be here, Pablo.

Bring them inside.

Where is the general?

I'm sorry.

I didn't introduce myself.

General Jose Reyes Vega.

You're General Vega?

Yes.

You're a priest.

I'm a priest.

[ both laughing ]

A priest general, huh?

Oh. All right.

Some water?

Uh, what else do you have?

Some tequila. Help yourself.

[ laughs ]

You know, I-- [ chuckles ]

I heard that your last battle

didn't go so well.

Now I know why.

Really? Maybe--

Maybe priests shouldn't

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