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Come on, easy, girl.
Easy, girl. Easy.

This is a stubborn one, huh?

There we go.
Who’s a clever girl?

War Horse

Good boy.

Here. Come on, boy. Here.

Come on.
Easy does it. Easy does it.

Come on, steady, boy.
That's it. Nice and done.

Hey, hey.

Mornin’, pop.

Put your mark here.

Good luck.

Get the colt...

Whoa! Whoa!

Easy...

Now that’s a beauty.

Forget it, Ted. He’s half thoroughbred
and not got a day’s work in him.

Now, there...

There’s your ticket.

But look at him, Si.

Look at that creature.

Don’t be daft.

You need something
solid to plow a field.

Yeah, but he’s something else, that one.

Alright gentlemen,
settle down, settle down...

Horses on my right, men with money
in their pockets on my left.

It’s the perfect combination.

Is Fred Goddard here?

Yes! I’s here.

Good - more money than sense.

Dave Hill?

I’m here. Yes!

Bugger off, you tight bastard.

You've been coming here for 20 years,
never bought so much as a pork scratching.

Come on.

Okay, first up today,
a gorgeous young horse...

Prettiest thing I've seen since my
wife on our wedding day.

Let’s get going, shall we?
Who wants this wonderful creature.

One guinea.

One guinea,
one guinea, one guinea...

I thought you needed
a plow horse, Mr. Narracott.

- Any advance on one guinea?
- Two guineas.

- Two guineas!
- Three!

Ted Narracott...
It’s completely the wrong animal.

Si Easton, I’m not gonna let
that bastard see me off.

- Five guineas.
- Six!

- Oh, for the love of...!
- Seven.

Greedy sod thinks he can just
buy anybody. Eight.

Stop it, he’s your landlord.
You can’t be picking fights with him.

Ten guineas.

You haven’t got the money.
Let’s go home, let’s have a pint.

Eleven guineas, sir,
from as good a man as any in this town.

Do I hear twelve guineas? Twelve guineas?

That’s top price for a workin’ animal.
Ted! Save it for the shire!

There are big days and there are
small days. Which will it be?

Do I hear any advance on eleven guineas?

Just let him go, dad, I don’t care
for him, he’s too jumpy.

- Shall we say twenty five?
- 25 guineas

Well, he’s got you there.
Nice try, Ted.

You were great, Mr N.
Gave him a run for his money.

- Going, going...
- Thirty. Thirty guineas!

Thirty guineas.

Thirty guineas.

Going... Going...
Gone to Mister Ted Narracott.

What have you done, Ted?
What have you done?

Quite a beast, there. But what you
gonna do with him on a working farm?

I hope you got the rent, Ted.
I’ll be around for it when it comes due.

You’re a fool, Ted.
And our Rosie’ll never forgive you.

What have you done?

- That’s Mooney’s colt!
- You were supposed to buy a plow horse.

- You bought him?
- What’d you pay for him?

How much, Ted Narracott?

I won’t tell you a lie,
though I would love to.

Thirty guineas.

Thirty guineas!

He’s not worth ten!
Are you out of your mind?

What about the rent?

He’s a strong one, Rosie.
Look at the way he holds his head!

How the hell are we gonna
pull anything with that?

Ted, you have to take him back.
You have to take him back right now.

You have to get down on your knees
and beg for our money back.

No. No, please don’t take him back.

We can’t take him back till he’s broken in.

And how are you gonna
train a horse with that leg?

I’ll train him.

No, you stay out of this, Albie.
You don’t know nothing about horses.

Please, Mum.
Please let me. I can do it.

We have to keep him.
We’ve no choice.

Right. Well, you’ve got one month to
break him in or I’m taking him back myself.

How did you get to thirty,
what other fool bid you up that high?

It was Lyons.

We’re gonna lose everything.

After all we’ve been through,
we’re gonna lose it all.

Don’t worry, Mum, I’ll raise him
and I’ll raise him good.

Well, you better. Go on, get started.

See if a child can undo what your
fool of a father’s done to this family of ours.

Easy. Easy.

Right. Let’s make a start then.

It’s oats. Very tasty, that is.
It’s beef and gravy to us!

Come on...

I bet you’re missing your mother.

Look at you...

First time without your mum.
First time away from home.

But you’re not alone, are you?

In fact. Cos I’m ‘ere...

It’s alright. It’s alright.

I’m gonna call you Joey.

Understand?
Joey. That’s you.

And I’m Albert.
It’s alright, You’re mine now.

You’re mine.

Good boy. Good boy.

Good boy, Come on.

Whoa. I want you to stay there, Joey.

Stay. That’s it.

Good boy.
That’s it, you’ve got it.

Hey, look at him, Albie.
He’s playing Grandma’s Footsteps.

Right, come on, Joey.
Back you go. Come on.

Back you go.
You’re all right.

That’s it. Good boy.

Right. You’ve gotta
stay there, understand?

That’s it. Good boy.

You’ve got it. Good boy.

Good boy. Good.

Now call him. Whistle.

Come now, Joey.

Come on.

You can come now, Joey.

Don’t think he fancies your owls.

No, I read it in a story.

It’s how the Indians used to
summon their horses.

Now, Joey, when I whistle,
you’ve gotta come, understand?

My dad had a dog
who stayed when you called him.

He used to run up behind you
when you weren’t looking, and uh...

He’s not a dog.
He’s just puzzling it through.

Brilliant. Look at you.

Albie.

There’s only fifteen here.

The rest will come.

You know by rights I could take
this farm back today, don’t you?

And I’m a great
believer in my rights.

It will come.

If you drank less beer
and bought fewer horses...

...you might be able to look your
landlord in the eye, Narracott.

I said I’ll pay you.

We got to plant the bottom field.

Bottom field’s rock hard.
Only stones down there.

No, we’re going to plow it.
Just give me ‘til the autumn.

I’ll pay every penny I owe you.
With interest.

How you going to plow it?
Not with that fancy animal of yours?

He’ll do it.

You’ll not get that one in a harness,
let alone pulling a plow.

Even drunk on a Tuesday night, you know that.

And I can’t wait for the money,
there’s a war coming.

I promise you that field will be plowed.

We’ll plant it with turnips.

And the money will be yours
when harvest comes.

Please, sir. Please.

Very well, if that fancy plows that field...

I’ll give you till October
to set things straight.

What if he doesn’t?

I’ll take the horse on the day he fails.

And I’ll take your father’s farm
and give it to working men...

...who can hold their pints and hold
their heads high in decent company.

No, please. Sir, you can’t do that.

Now, now, now, lad.
What, are you bladdered as well?!

Ted Narracott, I got you down in my book!

You can’t harness him.

He’s got to be collared.

No, you can’t.
Look, you’re scaring him, Dad.

You’re scaring him.
He... He can’t take a plow!

He’s got to plow!

He won’t be able to do it. He’s too young,
he’s not even been backed yet...

Ted!

It’s alright, boy. It’s alright.
It’s alright. It’s alright.

I knew this would happen
soon as I laid eyes on him...

Ted. No.

Ted, no!

He’s worth nothing to me! If he won’t take
the collar, he’s not worth a damn thing!

- Dad?
- Move aside.

Dad. Stop.

You shoot that horse we have nothing.

No!

You were right what you said, Dad.

He’ll do it,

You told Lyons, He’ll plow that field.
And he will!

You’ll see. He’ll show you.

We’ll show you.

We’ll get it done.

Let go. Let go.

Go back to the house.

Here, here.
Some days are best forgotten.

Today ain’t one of them. Come on.

How are you today, Joey?

I don't know much about life, boy,

But I do know that there are
big days and there are small days.

And most days are small days,

and, well, they don't matter
much to anyone... but this...

Well, this is a big one.

This is our big day.

Well, it's cold out there.
So I'm going to take this off...

Well, if it's tough for you,
it should be tough for me, too...

Now, I’m gonna
teach you how to plow...

...and you’re gonna learn.
Is that understood?

And then we can be together,
which is how I believe things are meant to be.

Boy. Steady, boy.

Here we go.
Here we go.

Come on.

Easy, easy...

Look at me, Joey.
See?

See?

You’ve just gotta
put your nose through.

That’s it.

See? You’ve got it.
You’ve got it.

Good boy. There...

Too large, too rocky,
matted with grass roots.

Even a sturdy plow horse’d
never manage it alone.

Yet he will, I say.

You’d swear he’d sprout wings
and fly if Albert had told you so.

It’s a fine thing, loyal to your
mate. Even if he is a bit barmy.

A team of two might manage,
given a month and good weather.

Ted too squeamish to watch, is he?

‘Course he’s watching.

Well, you’ve raised him up
a true Narracott, Ted,

Picture of his father, he is:

Not a dollop of ordinary sense
but that thick stubbornness...

...that’ll lead him to insist on the impossible.

Wasn’t a farmer in Devon didn’t
admire you, myself among ‘em,

Leaving your brothers that
fine farm and setting yourself...

...at this stoney patch
of unpromising ground.

You’ve fettle enough for twenty men,

But with a gimpy leg and the drinking...

For the pain, isn’t it,
that you drink?

Yeah, none of us could have
anticipated an ending better than this.

Makes me question the wisdom of the charity
that urged me to rent you this place,

Not only looking at you, me old pal,

but that pretty little wife of yours,
thought you were a spark, she did.

And now your son’s sinking into the
selfsame bog that’s swallowing you.

See, Joey.
I got the collar, too!

Come on, boy. Walk on. That’s it.

Walk on!

Walk on, Joey.
Come on, boy, walk on.

You’d be better off startin’ at the
top of the hill and goin’ down!

Gravity’s the only friend you’re
gonna have today, young lad.

Walk on, Joey! Walk on!

Come on, Joey, walk on.
Walk on, boy.

Walk on. Come on, walk on.

It’ll take the whip to move him.

Bravo! You’ve reached the top of the hill!
Off you go again, boy!

You’ll make even better
time comin’ down!

Good boy. Good lad. Good lad.
Now walk on. Good boy.

Albie, we’re all with ya!

Look look look!
The plow hasn’t even cut yet!

Do you know,
I believe we can do it, Joey.

I knew when I first saw
you that you’d be the best of us.

That’s why he bought you.

He knows you’ve all the courage he never had.

I knew when I first saw you that
you’d be the one who’d save us.

Whoa. Whoa.

You’ve got no chance, lad.

He’ll not turn over half an acre.
Give it up now.

You’ve done well.
You’ve tried hard.

You’re more of a man than your father.

Come on now, Mr. Lyons,
that’s a bit rough, isn’t it?

Well, he’ll destroy that horse.

I’ll be over Thursday.

Give you a day to close it up.

Your wool.

I’m sorry, Rosie.

Now, boy!
You’ve got to do it, Joey.

You don’t know, so I’m gonna have to
do the knowing for you...

...when the rest of our lives depend on this!

So get set to pull, and pull straight!

And pull hard!

Now, boy! Go!

Walk on, Joey! Walk on!

That’s it!
Good boy, Joey! Good boy!

Walk on! Walk on!
Walk on! Walk on, Joey!

Go around it!

Whoa, Joey!
Whoa, Joey!

Joey! Joey, whoa whoa whoa!

Joey, stop!
You’ll break the blade...

Will you look at you?

I’d not let a child of mine slip in
the mud alongside a plow blade.

He could lose a foot!

You’ll likelier lose an eye, Mr. Lyons,

If you carry on prating at me
how to manage my son!

Or my plow, or my horse,
or my field, or my farm!

Come on, Albie! Push on through!

Get it done, Albie! Get it done!

Oh, my pair of fools.
My mighty fools.

You’re as battered and bloodied as he is.

And where’s Dad?

Still in the bottom field.
Stumbling about, I suppose.

It’s not the drink, Albert,
that makes him stumble -

He drinks, mum.

Well, so might you if you’d been
where he’s been, seen what he’s seen!

Well, he don’t talk to me about it.

He don’t talk about it because he can’t.

There aren’t words
for some things.

Come here...

The mice’ve been at it.

Sit down.

Here. It’s his campaign pennant.

He were Sergeant,
Seventh Battalion, Imperial Yeomanry.

And that is the Queen’s South Africa Medal.

Every man who fought
in the Boer War got one of those.

But this...

That’s the Distinguished Conduct Medal.

Not dad’s?

Well it ain’t mine, dear.

He got that after the fighting at Transvaal.

After he’d been hurt,
and he’d saved some other lads,

and well... I don’t know
what else, he won’t tell me either.

But the first day he got home
he just tossed them out.

First day he could walk,
he threw ‘em straight in the dustbin,

and wouldn’t hear a word I said not to.

See, what you done today, you and
Joey,

you’re chuffed up now, and so
you should be, my splendid boy.

It’s good to be proud
when you done something good.

But what he done, in Africa,
whatever it was,

He takes no pride in it.

Hard as it surely was,
and however much pain it’s cost him,

he refuses to be
proud of killing, I suppose.

I’d be proud.

If I’d gone off to war. If I’d gone
and saved my mates, and -

Well, whether or not you think
you’d do the same thing as him...

Think how brave he is
for refusing to be proud.

Oh, your dad makes mistakes. And he drinks
to forget the mistakes that he’s made. but...

But he never gave up,
and he does that for us.

And today, you showed the world
it’s all been worth it.

You keep looking after Joey and
he’ll always be looking after you.

Sergeant, Seventh Battalion,
Imperial Yeomanry.

You see this, Joey?

It’s been through an entire war.

I’m not stealing it.

I’ll give it
back to him, someday.

I’m the only boy
that drives in the village.

- No one else drives but me.
- Oh, yeah?

That’s right and this is my dad’s car.

You’re lucky that you’re in it.

I’m not normally allowed
to drive it ‘cause it’s so -

Is he a friend of yours?

Come on, boy,
let’s show her how to fly!

Well... you’re clearly
not gonna be a jumper.

We can try planting something else,

Or we could hire ourselves out to Uncle Bob.

How else we gonna pay Mr. Lyons’ rent?

What we gonna do?

I used to believe that God gave each man
his fair portion of bad luck.

I don’t feel that any more.
I’ve had more than my share.

You’ll stop loving me, Rose.
And I won’t blame you when you do.

Well, I might hate you more,

but I’ll never love you less.

It’s war!

We are at War with Germany.

You hear?
England is at war with Germany.

They’re going to
ring the bells at six o’clock,

and then never ring them again
until the war is over.

Look smart, Joey lad, it’s the Tavistock Fair!

What has he done with him?

First name, middle name, last.

Last name first.
First name, middle name, last.

Take my word for it,
finest horse in the parish.

Goes like a racer,
strong, decent, very fine.

No curbs, no splints,

good feet and teeth.
He’s as sound as a bell, sir.

And how much are you charging, sir,

for this strong, decent,
and very fine animal?!

Forty.

I’ll give you twenty and not a penny more.

Twenty is no good to me, Captain.

Thirty five and he’s yours.

I don’t even know how he rides.

Oh, he rides... Splendidly.

You’ll be astonished.
I promise you that.

Finest horse in all of Devon.

Finest horse I ever seen.

Thank you.

You can’t!
You can’t, he’s mine!

- I trained him!
- Albert.

You can’t have him.
He’s my horse, sir.

I’m afraid it’s too late, lad.
I’ve just paid thirty guineas for him.

Please, I’ll get you money.

I will, I’ll get you money.
I’ll... I’ll work for it!

I’ll work for it.

He won’t obey anyone else.

He won’t be any good in the war, neither.

He shies at every sound!

I’m sorry.

Well, if Joey’s going,
I’m going, too. I’m volunteering.

- I see. What’s your name, lad?
- Albert, sir.

- And how old are you, Albert?
- Nineteen, sir.

- Is that the truth?
- No sir. But,

but I look nineteen and I’m
bigger than most nineteen-yearolds, sir!

And I’m strong, sir! And
I... I’m not afraid of anything.

I don’t doubt your qualifications, Albert,

but the law is very clear
about the proper age for soldiering,

and your father’s done
what he had to do. You know that.

Thirty guineas isn’t nearly enough to purchase
a horse as fine as your Joey, I know that.

But it’s all I’ve got.

Will you lease him to me, Albert,
to be my own mount?

I promise you, man to man, that I’ll
look after him as closely as you’ve done,

I’ll respect him and all the
care that you’ve taken with him.

And if I can, I’ll return him to your care.

Now say goodbye.

It’s all right, boy...

All right, turn it in, eh?
That’s enough. He’s a horse, not a dog.

Now, on your way.

Come on.

Do you want to lose the farm, Rose?

It’s the way you did it.

But we’re at war.

Aren’t we just.

Joey...

Here now, I’ve told you,
sling your hook!

Let him be, Perkins.

This isn’t the end.
This isn’t the end, my brother...

I, Albert Narracott, solemnly
swear we will be together again.

Wherever you are, I will find you.

And I will bring you home!

Whoa. Steady, steady.
Steady now, come on.

Walk on!
Walk on now, come on!

Whoa whoa, Easy. Easy.

Easy.

Whoa whoa whoa whoa,
Stay steady.

Whoa whoa whoa, Joey! Stop
muckin’ about, you hear?

You're in the army now, son.

Good boy, good boy. Steady.

Steady, steady...
Come on. Come here. Easy.

Relax.

Easy easy, back up.

Joey, meet Topthorn.
Topthorn, this is Joey.

Sort out who’s in charge
between the two of you, you hear?

If you want to fight,
you get it over with,

‘Cause once we’re over there, you’re
gonna need everything you’ve got for Fritz!

Gently, Perkins.

I don’t want to sour him.

There’ll be nothing
gentle about the war, sir.

And there’ll be nothing gentle
about this one either!

I understand that, Sergeant,
But I want him fit and shining.

He’s my horse.

Sir.

Easy, boy.

Scares the living daylights out of me.

Who?

Perkins.
Glad he’s on our side.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Still not a patch on my Topthorn.

I wouldn’t be so sure.
I think he’s got potential.

He’s certainly got the bit
between his teeth.

I actually think my Blenheim is
faster than the pair of them.

Clear off!

All right, gentlemen, listen here.

Everything tells us the same story,

from Waterloo to Omdurman, from Pickett’s
Charge to the Battle of Mars La Tours...

The first attack can and
should be the decisive one.

- Perkins...
- Yes, sir!

No excuses, no mistakes

Every horse groomed and
fit for presentation!

I want a full practice charge tomorrow.

Sir.

Thought you two had bottled out.

As if.

All right, then, let’s see what you
two jokers are made of, shall we?

This is what
quiet confidence looks like.

I’ll wait for you two
at the Duke of York.

Over to you, Captain Nicholls.

Draw... swords!

Give... point!

Charge!

Come on, Joey.
I know you’ve got it.

Come on, boy! Come on!

Come on, boy!

Whoa. Whoa.

Nice of you to turn up.

He’s got speed... I’ll give him that.
But has he got stamina?

He has everything.

What are you up to?

I’m writing a letter.

With a picture in it?

It’s to the boy who owned Joey.

I want to show him
how wonderful he’s looking.

Before we take him away across
the Channel to face a million Germans guns.

Yes. Before that...

4 a. m. start tomorrow...

...travelling with the
Dragoon Guards and the Royals.

Transport detachment,
they’ll need to be at the docks at 5 am.

Check all kit. Battle orders:
No polishing...

...buttons, helmet buckles,
stirrup irons... let ‘em all go dull.

I want nothing to flash in
the sun and give us away.

Of course.

- Charlie...
- Jamie.

Charlie.

What do you think of the new cap?

Silk lining. I quite like it.

I’m not sure it’s going to make
a lot of difference to the Germans.

Oh, I don’t know about that.

Just working out which of
two chaps to shoot... and you thought...

Good Lord, one of them really is
wearing a very stylish cap indeed!

You might shoot the
other one instead.

Or, alternatively, think...
I fancy that cap

...and kill you first of all.

Hadn’t thought of that.

France -1914
Quievrechain

That is our target...
the German 11th Division...

...at the moment bivouacked three
miles to the east of the Menin Road.

We have been watching them...

...and they have pitched tents for
the night and lit cooking fires.

Knock them out...

...and we could slide in
behind the German lines...

...and come at them from
the South at Geluveld.

Excellent.

- Numbers?
- About six hundred. Infantry.

Twice our size...

In regiments of horse and men,
the advantage is ours.

And we have surprise on our side.

But the sooner we move, the better,

We have no assurance they’ll
still be there tomorrow morning.

Right. Good. So, today it is.
Charlie, tell the men.

- Salisbury formation?
- Salisbury formation.

We’ll charge through them
and secure the ground behind.

The grass to the left is taller
than we are, it’s perfect cover.

Excellent work, Sergeant Major.

Time spent on reconnaissance
is rarely wasted.

Thank you, Singh.

Jamie!

They have no idea we’re coming.

Not having scruples, are you, Jim?

No. I understand
the surprise is everything.

But if it must be done,
let’s do it quickly.

Are you alright, Charlie?

Never been better.

Literally, never better.

Prepare to mount!

Mount!

Thank you, Standley.

Hey, Joey.

My bonny boy.

You’re all right,
aren’t you, Joey?

Hey?

Gentleman.
It is an honour to ride beside you.

Make the Kaiser rue the day
he dared to cross swords with us.

Let every man make himself,
his King, his country,

and his fallen comrades proud!

Be brave.

Fear God. Honor the King!

Fear God. Honor the King!

Draw swords!

Good luck, my friends.

Forward, to walk!

Walk... march!

Forward to canter!

Canter... march!

Kavallerie!

Charge!

What? Did you think that a garrison
on open ground would go undefended?

Look at yourself!

Who do you think you are?!

What do we do with the horses?

If they’re injured, shoot them.

And the others, sir?

The others you round up and take to
base camp, they will pull guns.

You’ll never get fancy horses
like these to pull guns.

- Then shoot them also.
- Sir.

Perhaps we could use some of
them with the ambulances,

to get the injured men off the field.

- Will they take the harness?
- I’d like to try, sir.

It won’t work... they’re cavalry.

- Let’s try.
- You won’t get the harness on.

Come on, Michael.

Whoa, whoa. Easy, now,

Easy now, Englishman.
Easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy, easy.

Easy, easy now.

Gunther!

It’s hopeless.
We can’t help them.

Well, well, look at you.

Whoever taught you this
has just saved your life.

Hello the farm!

Hello, Si Easton!

I was at the post office...

...and while I was there,
Mrs. Allen said...

...a parcel had come
for Albert, from the -

From the -

From over there
and I thought...

...I could go up that way in the
morning. And, here it is.

Well, who’d be sending me
a parcel over there?

Well, open it and see.

It’s a sketchbook...

That’s Captain Nicholls’ sketchbook!

See that?
That’s a picture of Joey!

It’s a picture of Joey.

Well, I never!

And there’s a letter...

Well, go on then, go on.

Dear Albert Narracott.

Captain Nicholls, who died...

Captain Nicholls, who died in action
today left you this. Yours, Sergeant Sam Perkins.

You weren’t to know it was bad news.

He was riding Joey when he died.

You don’t know that he was riding him...

In action, it says.

Gentlemen!

We move forward to the frontline tonight.

Full marching orders.

Get moving!

Schroeder! Schroeder!

No, not you... you. Come.

I’m keeping you here.
You are best with the horses...

...and we need to move
the camp quickly...

...if the enemy continue to
push through from the west.

- They’re pushing through?
- I’m told.

We will move later when we find
where the horses are needed most.

Yes, sir.

Perhaps I can keep
my brother here with me,

he’s also very good with horses.

Oh, no, no. Not necessary.

Get moving. We leave tonight.

It’s all right, Gunther.

You are not going.
I’ll tell them you are only 14,

- That you’re a boy.
- Father signed me in.

He knew my age,
and so do they.

Mother obviously never
taught you how to fold a shirt.

Of course she did.
I just wasn’t listening.

But you need to listen now!
I promised her...

I made her a solemn promise,

that you would be safe with me.
With me, Michael!

They’ll never make a head count.

There are too many of us.
You can stay here.

Slip underneath the bed,
until they move out.

Then what?

Gunther, it will be fine.

And when all the
machines break down

and they call up the horses,

I’ll see you at the front.

We’ll be together again.

Gunther...

I’m giving this to you. For luck.

To keep you safe.

Im schnellschritt!

Marsch... links!

Zwei, drei, vier! Left!

Zwei, drei, vier!

Get back in line! Line!

I’m hungry.

- Did you bring food?
- I’m sorry.

Will Father be ashamed?

He will pretend to be.

Maybe at first he will be.

But in the end, he will be glad.

And us?

What about us?

I was ready to go.

I was proud to go.

I wanted to go.

The food in Italy is good.

Yes.

What about the women?

Not as good as the food.

Because...

They’ve eaten too much of the food?

You are too young for war.

- And you’re too young for women!
- I don’t feel so young.

- Not anymore.
- Michael.

- What?
- Go to sleep

We have a big night
of riding ahead.

Goodnight, Michael.

Night night, Gunther.

Hei! In die windmühle!

- Go, go, go...
- Okay.

- Schroeder.
- Yes, sir.

A mistake?

A promise.

Ja...

Grandpére.

It’s closer today.

The wind plays tricks with the noise,
It’s moving away from us.

I can hear it, Grandpére,
and there is no wind.

You shouldn’t lie to me.

Here. There is no wind here.
But over there...

A wind so strong it
will lift you off the ground...

You lie about everything.

You say you aren’t worried
but it’s clear you are.

I know the war is approaching,

But you say, "Oh, it’s
just a trick of the wind."

Did I say that?

You started lying when
Mama and Papa went away.

They’re dead.

But you won’t say so.

Do you think I’ll die
if you tell me the truth?

The truth is...

...you should speak to
your elders with respect.

If you tell me the
truth about the war,

I will tell you the truth
about the big horses,

I’ve been keeping
in the windmill.

Now, who is the one telling lies!

- In the windmill?
- Yes.

They were standing in the
windmill waiting for Don Quixote.

This is François and this is Claude.

Yeah.

I named them after two boys
who broke my heart last Summer.

They must belong to someone.

Horses like this don’t just
appear from a fairy-tale.

Yes, I know, Grandpére.
They are not unicorns.

So I will be fair and wait...

- ...one day.
- Emilie... Emilie...

And if no one comes to
get them by night-time,

- Emilie...
- Then they belong to me.

Emilie. Look at me.

You cannot ride.

Mother used to tell me how
my bones would give way...

- Yes. That’s right.
- ...with the slightest bump or fall.

So it is settled?

Good girl.

It will only be settled when
I decide which one to ride first.

But it’s -

Over my dead body!

At least I won’t have long to wait.

I was in love with a boy called
François, who had your lovely eyes.

Unfortunately he was in love
with a girl called Marie,

Who had your teeth.

She fell for a boy called Claude,
who broke my heart.

And who I intend to marry one day.

Eyes on me.

No talking.

Today, we learn to jump.

Did you know the French
cleared one meter eightyfive...

...at the Paris Olympics
to win the gold medal?

Today, we will beat that record.

This is your jump.

When I call you,
be very brave and leap over it.

Leap over it! Watch me.

And now it’s your -

He doesn’t think we can do it.

But we will show him, won’t we?

No need to be afraid.

You are... very tall.

You’ll kill yourself.

Only if you get in my way
to make me fall.

Oh please, come off the ladd-

Find somewhere to hide them.

And do it quickly!

Halt! Und aussteigen!

Und aussteigen!

My name is Bonnard,
This is my land. Why are you here?

Food for the soldiers at the front.

Everyone must give their share.

They are taking everything.

Where are the horses?

What horses?

- What is it?
- Leave it...

...if you don’t know what it’s for.

A pot is a pot.
We’ll find some use for it.

Sir, where’s the livestock?

I make jam.
We have no animals.

But there’s fresh hay in your barn.

We use it to replace
the mattress stuffings.

- Her grandfather?
- Yes.

- Where are her parents?
- They’re dead.

They died.

What is that?

The wind.
It plays tricks in the attic.

There is no wind.

An old house creaks.

Go, close the shutters.

She’s sickly, no?

If you or any of your friends harm her,

as old as I am, I will kill you.

You know,

I was going to
give you back your pot.

But now I’m going to keep it.

For soup.

We will be back in the new season.

Tell me what happened to them.

To my mother and father.

You said you would
tell me how they died,

On my birthday.

And tomorrow’s my birthday!

They died fighting, didn’t they?

But when the soldiers come...

...you do nothing.

- You are a coward, aren’t you?
- Yes. Yes.

It was your parents
who were brave.

I make jams.

And you’ve never done
a brave thing in your life?

Maybe there are
different ways to be brave.

Did you know the French
have the best carrier pigeons?

And this could be
the difference in the war,

our messages getting through.

I don’t want to hear
about the birds.

They are released at the front
and told to go home.

This is all they know.

But to get there
they must fly over a war.

Can you imagine such a thing?

Here you are flying over
so much pain and terror,

and you know
you can never look down.

You have to look forward
or you’ll never get home.

I ask you, What could be
braver than that?

- What is that?
- A present.

I hope you have not
bought me a disgusting dress...

...that I then have to wear like last year.

- It was disgusting?
- Yes.

I looked like an ugly nun.

Give me your hand.

Grandpére, we have no money.

When the war is over, then you can
buy me jewels and carriages.

Anything you say, my sweet one.
Anything-you-say!

You are, of course, the boss.

It’s just an old thing I found...

...don’t worry yourself
leave it, I’ll put it back.

It was your mother’s.

I hid it, so as not to encourage you.

Emilie, I want you to ride
very slowly, very carefully.

- And promise me you won’t go far...
- Of course.

To the top of the hill
and straight back again.

I promise.

My hero.

Slowly... slowly...

Emilie!

Emilie!

No!

- Let go of me!
- She is my granddaughter!

Emilie, stop!
Don’t hurt her, please!

Don’t hurt her.

You don’t need them!
There are so many others!

Please, take the bigger one
and leave the smaller one.

You are breaking
my granddaughter’s heart.

The war has taken
everything from everyone.

What will happen to them?

They will pull artillery
until they die...

- François!
- ...or until the war is over.

It will never be over!

You have your answer then.

Heiglemann...

- These are yours.
- Yes, sir.

They look strong,
should last a month or two.

You are beautiful.

It’s a pity they found you.

Such a pity...

Pull together!

Halt! Halt! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Heiglemann, bring up another one!

Heiglemann, bring up another horse!

That one!

No, no. The big black one!

He’s a good horse, sir.

But if you move him up to the heavy gun,
he will be no use at all.

Prince is already losing condition.

His leg, sir.

- You have given them names?
- Yes, sir.

You should never give a name to
anything you are certain to lose.

But, His leg is not good enough, sir.

Private, you will do as you are told.

Hook him up.

As you see, sir,
this one is stronger.

Hook him up.

Come, come, come

Halt! Halt!

Take the horses away!

Shell!

And load!

Back! Case!

Position!

And... fire!

Valuables in the bucket, lads.

If you live, you’ll get them back.

If you live, you’ll get them back.
Good lads.

Valuables in the bucket.
Fine.

Maybe it’s a drill, Albie.
Maybe it’s a drill like last time.

Love letter?

That’s my business.

I hear you and your mate
were doing bird imitations again.

You gonna write a letter to your horse?

After you find your horse,

I’ve lost my needle in a haystack,
and I could use some help.

Anything valuable. Anyone who
comes back gets to share it out.

Stay here.

Remember that day me and Joey
raced you in your car?

I remember you
somersaulting through the air.

Who was that girl you were with?

There was a girl?

There was.
Don’t you remember?

It was just some girl, I suppose.
I don’t recall which one.

I do remember you
falling on your bum in a ditch.

You see?

Always entertaining, Narracott,
I’ll give you that.

You did that?
You fell on your bum?

In the positions.

Get ready. Get ready, boys.

Be ready! Be ready!
Let’s go, men!

Hold your nerve, boys. Remember,
it’s not too far to go. There’s a way through.

Run fast, keep your wits
about you, keep your eyes open...

...and God and the King
will keep an eye on you.

Company will fix bayonets!
Fix bayonets!

- You know what it reminds me of out there?
- What?

That bloody impossible lower field
the day me and Joey plowed it.

Best day of my life that was
and you were there.

And this here is the worst day
of my life, about to begin,

and you’re here cheering me on.
Us two, always.

And him.

Once you’re in no man’s land,
go to the flanks.

- Stay on the flanks.
- Yes, sir.

Come on, boys, come on.
To the ladder!

Stick close to the gentry, yeah?
That’s our ticket.

We have the pluck
but they have the luck.

Come on, boys.
Keep going, keep going.

Andrew.

You, too, Narracott.
And you, too.

Come on, on your ladders, boy.
On your ladders.

In you go, in you go.
That’s it.

Listen to your sergeant!

If anybody turns back,

If any one of our boys...

...come running towards you
you take this rifle...

...and you shoot them dead.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir!

Do you understand me?

Do you understand
what I’m telling you, son?

You take this rifle
and you shoot them dead.

Understand?

Up there, son. Up your ladder.
Up your ladder to your work!

It’s good.
Andrew, it’s good.

Andrew!
Nobody’s retreating today.

Andrew! Andrew!
Nobody is retreating today.

Just leave me. Leave me!

You’ll be all right here.

You’ll be safe.
Someone’ll come for ya.

Albert. Albert, listen...

It’s all right. It’s all right.
We’re Devon boys, yeah?

Yeah...

Get down!

No!

Albie.

We made it.

We made it.

Andrew, this way out!

Gas! Gas! Gas!

Albie...

Hey, there’s no stopping here.
Keep them moving.

Sir, there’s something wrong.
This one needs to rest.

There’s no rest for them.
Move them along.

Move them along!

Please, please, please.

Stay on your feet.
No, please. No no no...

Please, please...

Stay on your feet.

Come on. Please, please...

Stay on your feet.

They’re coming! Leave it, private!

Leave it! Come with me!

Go to hell!

Run. Run!

Run! Run!

Run!

Stand to, stand to...

There’s something moving.

What the hell is it?

It looks like a cow.

What the hell would
a cow be doing out there?

That definitely isn’t a cow.

Well, what is it?

It can’t be a horse. Nothing
alive could be out there.

It isn’t a horse.
It isn’t a horse.

Yes, it’s a horse.

- It’s a horse.
- Yeah, it’s a horse.

Well, bugger me.

It’s a horse.

Lads, we should call him.

How do you call a horse?

He’s caught on the wire.

Oh sod it...

What do you think you’re doing?

Get back, do you hear me?

Corporal, that’s an order!
Get back!

Listen to him, sir.
We can’t leave him.

- What’s he doing?
- It’s a trap.

No, I don’t think so.

- I think he’s trying to help.
- Scare him back into his hole.

It’s a white flag, ent it?

You see the white flag!?

I’m just after tending to
this here horse, is all!

Get back, you stupid git!

The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want,

He leadeth me into green pastures,

He lay me down
beside the still waters...

Poor beastie.

Poor babbie.

It’s alright.

It’s alright.
Don’t buck and wriggle so,

You’re only shredding yourself.

You’ll blind yourself.

Bugger me worthless. I didn’t think
to bring gloves or something to cut the

I thought perhaps you might need
these.

For the barbed wire?

Yeah, yeah I... Ummm, thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers...
Thanks.

That... That’s a very long strand.

When you cut it,

it’s going to release

this

and this, and this,

and they’ll
coil back rather violently,

which I’m afraid will only wound the poor
fellow further.

You speak good English.

I speak English well.

May I?

What if we cut his head free first?

So he won’t try to stand up and
blind himself?

- And then...
- Pity you didn’t bring a second pair.

Then I could cut the wire here

WE NEED MORE WIRE CUTTERS!

His blind spot.

The cutters won’t frighten him.

If you could cut
here, holding this wire...

- I could...
- Say no more, I’m right behind you.

And you understand what’s happening,
do you not, O Best Beloved?

That you
must lay so very nice and still.

There’s a lad,

you’re a remarkable horse, you are,

helping us help you.

There’s a lad.

There’s a remarkable lad.

So how’s things in yonder trench?

Delightful. We read, we knit
sweaters,

and we train our rats to
perform circus tricks.

Well, if ever you need any more
rats, we can always send ours over.

‘Cause we’ve more than we need,
strictly speaking.

- Besides, they scare off all the pretty girls.
- Our girls aren’t afraid of rats.

Big strapping German girls, eh?

Kind what gives robust massages?

Every Thursday!

And they bring rum
cake on your birthday.

Look at that horse!

Look at the
muscles he’s got,

them long legs.
They’re made for running, horses.

Runnin’ away from danger.

Running away is all they have.

Yet we taught ‘em opposite.

Running into the fray.

- War horse
- Yeah.

War horse.

And there he is.

What a strange beast you’ve become.

And now?

I take him back with me, yeah?

Since I supplied the cutters, the
horse is mine.

This is fair, no?

In a pig’s eye. He’s English, plain to see.

- Oh, you mean because he’s so filthy?
- Because he’s so smart.

And you’re
none too clean yourself.

We could box.

And the winner gets
the horse.

No, thanks, pet.

Must be careful not
to start a war.

Do you have a coin of any sort?

- Coin toss?
- Yeah.

- All right, Fritz you’re on.
- My name is not Fritz

it is Peter.

Peter I’m Colin.

- You call it, Colin.
- Heads.

That’s the face of my Kaiser

and he does not
look pleased with me.

The horse is yours.

Gone quiet, hasn’t it?

Yes.

But wait half an hour and we’ll be shooting
again.

I’m a terrible shot, Pete, don’t believe
I’ll ever hit the target.

Thanks

Cheerio, mate.

- You’ll take good care of him, yes?
- I will.

Our strange beast.

And you take care of your own
strange self.

Colin!

A pair of German cutters

in memory
of your handsome friend from Dusseldorf.

Thanks.

I’ll use ‘em back in the garden in
South Shields.

You keep your head
down, now, Pete me lad!

Remarkable! A remarkable horse!

We’re full up. Move on.

The gas got him

we had to wait till morning.

This can’t be all of us.

This is all.

All walking wounded,

away to the dressing station!

Away to the dressing station!

- What’s this doing here?
- We need a vet, sir.

There are no vets. We’ve scarcely
any horses left.

He’s cut all over, but this leg
here’s got the worst of it.

- It’s probably tetanus. It’s no good.
- Please, sir

I’ve all these men to take care of,
corporal, you can see that, can’t you?

Please, sir, this horse can pull
through anything.

What is it?

It’s a horse they found, wandering about in
No Man’s Land.

- Down you go.
- What kind of an horse?

Bloody miraculous kind of an horse,
be my guess.

Nothing makes it out
of No Man’s Land.

Miraculous horse..

He was alive, y’see, sir, where
nothing survives,

so to me and me mates,

to the men, sir, he’s

- Well, we have high hopes for him -
- You should shoot him now.

- Oh, but I can’t.
- It’d be a mercy, lad,

that leg’s not going to mend.

Sergeant.

Put him out of his misery.

Ladies, if you please.

All right, back off.

Back off.

Go on. Do it again.

Joey?

Hello, Joey.

Where you been then, hey?

Where in the world you been?

Do you know this man?

- What’s your name?
- Narracot.

- Private Albert Narracott, sir.
- This is a random horse, Narracott,

and too badly injured.

- Is this man in your care?
- Yes, sir.

He’s not random at all, sir!

He’s my horse,

I raised him, in Devon. Sir,

look at his legs!

He’s got four
white socks,

he’s brown all over and he has a
white mark here like so

Take him back.

- Come on, son.
- Wait! You can’t see ‘cause of the mud.

Four white socks!

All right, break it up. Clear off,
the lot of ya.

You see, sir?

He’s not random at all.

We will attend to your horse.

Patch him up best we can.

Treat him like
the soldier he is.

Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

It falls on me to give
you some important news.

At eleven o’clock today,

in two minutes time

the War will come to an end.

The King and Queen thank you for your
service.

We have been victorious

even if at a higher price than
many of us might have imagined.

When the bells ring out

and they will in a moment,
for the first time for four years

let us remember our brothers fallen in the
field.

And thank God for the end of this
struggle and victory.

I don’t understand, sir.

Officers’ horses only.

All other horses are to be auctioned
immediately.

That is a complete and bloody outrage.

It’s the lad’s horse, sir, from Devon.

He raised him up from a pup, he did.

Trained him right up to the day when
the army came to town.

These aren’t my orders, sergeant.

You’ll have to take him to market.

That’s all.

We’ve all clubbed together.

It’s everything we have.

There’s twenty-nine pounds there.
Buy him back.

- Does the Major know?
- The Major put in ten.

Mum’s the word where the Major’s
concerned. Your friend on the crutches over there

even asked the Major to say that
Joey was his, an officer’s horse,

so that he could go back with the
others.

Come on, Narracott! Get a move on. We don’t
want to miss the show.

Seven pounds! Seven pounds there!

Seven pounds! Eight pounds here!

Eight pounds! Ten pounds here!

Any advance? Sold!

You’re alright. Nobody’s gonna bid more than
fifteen for a thoroughbred.

They want work horses.

Next one.

We start at four pounds.

Four pounds.

- 5 pound.
- five pounds here

Any advance?
- seven pound!

eight pound. eight pound!

- Nine!
- ten pound!

Sepuluh pound!

- Eleven.
- Eleven.

It’s the butcher from Cambrai.

He’s been bidding for the best all
morning.

Eleven. Eleven pounds. Eleven pounds.

Let me handle this, private.

Fifteen,

and let that be an end to it.

Fifteen pounds

Sixteen.

- Sixteen pounds
- Seventeen.

Twenty of your English pounds. And let THAT
be the end of it, my friend.

Twenty pounds.

- Twenty Five.
- Twenty five pounds.

Twenty Six.

- Twenty six pounds.
- Twenty seven.

- Twenty eight.
- Twenty eight pounds.

Twenty nine.

And thirty.

Any advance at thirty pounds?

One hundred pounds.

And sir, if you bid against me,

I will sell the coat on my back

and bid to one hundred
and ten.

And if you bid against me again, I
will sell my farm

and bid to a thousand.

One hundred pounds.

Going, going, gone.

Sir,

I’ll give you all your money.

Everything you paid when we get back
to England. I’ll give you twice -

You don’t know anything about him.

Oh, but you’re wrong, sir, I know
everything!

Yes, you found him! I heard you
found a horse in the wire between the armies...

No, I found him, he raised him -

When I heard about the miracle
horse, I traveled three days

because I knew whose horse it was.

My granddaughter’s.

She saved his life!

He was everything to her.

Where is your granddaughter?

The war has taken everything from
everyone.

He is all that I have left of her.

Don’t be worried, boy, when I go.

I won’t worry over you none.

Hey, I found you, didn’t I,

and you found me.

And we’ll both...

we’ll both know
that we made it through.

Now go on.

We’re the lucky ones.

Always have been.

Lucky since the day I met you.

God be with you, sir.

Do you know what this is?

It’s my father’s.

It’s his regimental pennant.

How did you come
by this, sir?

You may have this.

Thank you ever so much for this,
sir...

...And this.

No no, not necessary.

He belongs to you.

That is, of course, what my
little girl would have wanted.

And she was the boss.

What was her name?

Emilie.

Her name is Emilie.

War Horse