Walker

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In 1853, a small group of Americans

journeyed to Sonora, Mexico.

Their mission was to free that country

from a corrupt dictatorship.

Their leader's name

was William Walker.

Walker's forces will never fall back.

His men would rather die first.

Fight! They're only Mexicans!

You must make sacrifices for freedom,

for justice, for religious conviction!

Stand up and fight,

fight you pigheaded bastards! Fight!

What is this?

Get back, you sons of b*tches.

Sh*t.

Oh, f***!

Brigade, attention!

Men of the 1st lndependence Battalion,

we came to Sonora

with bold hearts and lofty intentions.

But I will not dissemble with you.

Reinforcements have failed to arrive.

We are without food or water.

We're trapped.

Only an act of God can save us now.

Crocker, prepare for departure.

We're going home. - Yes, sir!

This is a magnificent moment for me.

It is a privilege to be at your side.

Even if we are defeated.

We will live on in history.

Mon frre!

Don't be so silly, man.

Walker led his men

to the American border.

Unjustly accused of violating

Mexico's neutrality, he was put on trial.

Quiet!

I demand quiet!

Does Mr. Walker

wish to make a statement

before the jury decides

on a verdict? - Yes, Your Honor.

Unless a man believes

that there is something great to do,

he can do nothing great.

A great idea

springs up from a man's soul,

agitates his entire being,

transports him

from the ignorant present

and makes him feel the future

in a moment.

It is the Americans' God-given right

to dominate the Western hemisphere.

It is our moral duty to protect

our neighbors from exploitation.

It is the fate of America

to go ahead.

That is her Manifest Destiny.

- Hear! Hear!

Your Honor, we find

the defendant, William Walker...

Not guilty.

- Not guilty.

Where to next, Colonel?

We must move southward.

Only by expanding

can we hope to avoid a civil war

and save those institutions

we hold most dear.

I assume you are including slavery,

are you not, Mr. Squier?

I most certainly am, sir.

We must not be sentimental

if we hope to preserve

that which is most precious to us.

My sentiments entirely, Mr. Squier.

- Thank you, Mr. Moby.

How absolutely right we both are.

Pardon me? - Miss Martin says that

perhaps they not all worth saving.

Well, perhaps not.

But I'm sure the little lady agrees

that we must preserve

our way of life at any cost.

Or the barbarians will surely storm

the gates. And then what? - Well said.

Pardon?

Miss Martin is of a different view.

She is for change rather than

cultural preservation. - lnteresting.

Ellen. Please, Ellen!

I'm afraid she's not herself.

She's been at my recent trial,

plus our approaching marriage...

Excuse me. Doctor,

please take care of our guests. - Yes.

The renowned Walker has prepared

a statement in the form of a quote

from President Buchanan:

"Expansion is

the future of our country.

Only cowards fear and oppose it."

Mr. Cole, will the colonel

be returning to Mexico?

He has no immediate plans, except to

pursue his private affairs in peace.

Ellen.

Ellen, you know I despise,

I despise slavery.

Walker! Walker!

In the flurry of excitement

following his acquittal,

Walker was invited to visit

that captain of industry,

Cornelius Vanderbilt,

considered by some the richest

and most powerful man in the world.

Colonel Walker, pleased to see you.

The Commodore will be so happy.

- Give him some water, please.

He's been asking about you every day.

- Is my horse safe with him? - Yes.

You've been very much on his mind.

Central America, Colonel, there's

land, and all there for the taking.

Think of it, sir.

From ocean to ocean. This way.

And the women, Colonel!

My God, the women!

Bare-breasted beauties

under trees laden with fruit.

Think of it,

seven to every man.

If you please.

By the way, have you read my book

on Nicaragua? - No, I have not.

I will give you a signed first edition

when next we meet.

I understand you were educated in

Edinburgh and Paris. - Correct.

Good. The Commodore

likes an educated man. There he is,

the most powerful man on earth.

Don't be nervous, Colonel.

Just remember three things:

Don't sit unless invited to.

Always address him as Commodore.

And under no circumstances

ask him for any personal favors.

Commodore Vanderbilt, Colonel

William Walker. - Colonel of what?

The American Phalange in Northern

Mexico. - You stirred things up.

Our government didn't help

or we would have been successful.

You f***ed up, Walker. Next time

pick on a country your own size.

Are you entitled to wear that uniform?

I'm entitled to do anything I want!

Mr. Vanderbilt,

I came here on your invitation.

I did not come here to be insulted.

If you'll excuse me.

Sit down!

Please, Colonel, please.

Sit down.

Does Nicaragua

mean anything to you?

- Nothing at all.

It's a f***ed up little country

somewhere south of here.

This worthless piece of land controls

the overland route to the Pacific.

I now control

all transportation in Nicaragua.

But to continue doing so,

I need stability.

What's this got to do with me?

Nicaragua is a divided country, sir.

It's in the midst of a civil war.

I need a man

to go down there and take over.

I want that country stable.

I want it done now.

They tell me you're a clever man.

Doctor, lawyer, surgeon...

all that renaissance rubbish.

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