Brett and Danny are holed-up in a ruined farmhouse, besieged by mafia thugs. Out of bullets and seemingly with no hope of rescue, Brett recounts the story of his Great-Great Grandfather, the 7th Earl, who had served in India during the mutiny, and who found himself in a similar predicament
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You know, my Great-Great Grandfather, the 7th Earl was once in a spot like this |
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Oh yeah? What happened? |
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In India. He was cut-off from his regiment, out of ammunition, surrounded by at least 10,000 tribesmen |
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Wow! What did... |
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You know what he did? |
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What did he do? |
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He drew his sword and all alone - entirely alone - he walked out to face them |
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Wow! What happened? |
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Hmmm? Oh, they killed him |
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