John Arends at 2012-04-06 10:19:33:
Late to the party with this one, Scott, but, it's one of the most memorable "facing death" scenes ever written, from what many say is perhaps Australia's finest film, ever:
BREAKER MORANT - FINAL SCENE - Firing squad
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BI7KJnRlsS4
Bruce Beresford - Director / Writer (screenplay), Kenneth G. Ross - Writer (play "'Breaker' Morant"), Jonathan Hardy - Writer (screenplay), David Stevens - Writer (screenplay)
Lt. Harry 'Breaker' Morant (Edward Woodward), Lt. Peter Handcock (Bryan Brown), Capt. Simon Hurt (Terence Donovan)
EXT. PRISON BARRACKS -- DAYBREAK
ESCORT OFFICER: Do want the padre?
BREAKER MORANT: No thank you. I'm a pagan.
ESCORT OFFICER: And you?
LT. HANDCOCK: What's a pagan?
BREAKER MORANT: It's somebody who doesn't believe there's a divine being dispensing justice to mankind.
LT. HANDCOCK: (to the officer): I'm a pagan, too.
BREAKER MORANT: There's an epithet I'd like -- Matthew 10:36
GUARD: All right then, gentlemen.
BREAKER MORANT: Well, Peter, this is what comes with empire building.
As the pair is marched toward the firing squad, CUT TO:
INT. PRISON OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
CAPT. HURT: Matthew 10:36?
REV. HESS (reading from the Bible): "And a man's foes shall be they of his own household."
EXT. OPEN FIELD - CONTINUOUS
Open, treeless hilltop at daybreak. The only distinct feature: two wooden chairs, side by side. As Breaker Morant and Lt. Handcock are marched toward the chairs, they join hands.
They sit. Each is offered a blind fold. Each declines.
The rising sun breaks the flat horizon. Over the firing squad loading their rifles:
VOICE OVER: "It really ain't the place nor time to reel off rhyming diction. But yet we'll write a final rhyme while waiting crucifixion. For we bequeath a parting tip of sound advice for such men who come across in transport ships to polish off the Dutchman. If you encounter any Boars, you really must not loot 'um. And if you wish to leave these shores, for pity's sake, don't shoot 'um. Let's toss a bumper down our throat before we pass to heaven, and toast the trim-set petticoat we leave behind in Devon."
SQUAD LEADER: Aim!
BREAKER MORANT: Shoot straight you bastards! Don't make a mess of it!