A Farewell to Arms Page #3

Fire!

They're trying to get

our supply depot.

I better get down.

Looks like we'll be busy.

Take a cable car!

Fire!

Get the ambulances ready!

Passini, open those doors!

Take it easy, Passini.

Passini.

Shoot.

Stop it.

Lieutenant Henry, are you all right?

Passini.

- Mother of God, no!

- Shut up.

Give me a hand.

Put signore lieutenant on the bottom,

the other man on top.

- Does it hurt?

- No. Let's go!

Hold on, lieutenant.

Bonello? Hey, Bonello!

- What's the matter?

- The man over me has a hemorrhage.

Then I'll go fast, signore lieutenant.

We're not far from the hospital.

How's the man on top,

signore lieutenant?

He's dead, I think.

Almost there.

- How are you, baby?

- What do you think?

The pain hasn't started yet.

A good thing to know.

A present for you, papi.

The best cognac in Italy.

What's happening with the mountain?

Have we taken it yet?

Fifty thousand Italians are now

freezing triumphantly on its top.

Father Galli's here

with his breath of heaven.

- Hello, Frederico.

- Hello.

Our papi's going to be all right.

- I'm happy to hear that.

- I have other good news.

Lieutenant Henry will be moved

to the new American hospital in Milan.

No, Rini.

I wanna be sent to Orsino.

It is not in my hands.

All wounded Americans

have been ordered to Milan.

Why shouldn't you want to be?

I am very stupid.

It is not geography.

It is Miss Barkley.

- I'm going to Orsino.

- Relax.

I will see what can be done.

Between Father Galli and me,

we will move heaven and earth...

...to send Miss Barkley to Milan.

- Orderly.

- Yes, major.

Lieutenant Henry is the

illegitimate son of President Wilson.

Keep the bugs off him.

You are not in pain?

Feels better.

I will pray for your quick recovery.

I hope he hears you.

He hears if you love him.

Perhaps from Milan you'll go home.

You too...

...to the Abruzzi country.

Next time, I'll join you there.

Yes, we'll go fishing together

in a stream below our house.

- There's a river up in Wisconsin.

- There are fine rivers everywhere.

In Abruzzi, perhaps some of the best.

And the people...

...kind with a smile for God.

The springtime

is the most beautiful in Italy.

But the fall is even more lovely.

Sleep well, my friend...

...and may God bring you to your river.

Get the porter.

Where did he go?

- There you are.

- Yeah, big surprise.

That's my sore leg, you fool!

Excuse me.

- Watch what you're doing.

- Excuse me.

- Take him up.

- Go easy.

Don't worry, we get you upstairs.

Alive!

Easy, now.

He won't fit.

- You gotta put the leg down.

- I can't.

I help you.

No. No!

Hey, stop it.

He fits now.

Sorry, lieutenant, no room.

My leg. Put my leg up.

Americans, lots of trouble.

- You got any idea where you're going?

- I think we have some beds up here.

Nobody here. What do we do?

- I'll find somebody.

- Good idea.

Here she is.

- Lieutenant Henry?

- Yeah.

You're our first patient.

Your doctor in Orsino

notified me of your coming.

- I'm Miss Van Campen, superintendent.

- How do you do?

- This is Miss Ferguson.

- How do you do?

The room at the end of the hall,

porter.

- Are there any other nurses here?

- Just Miss Ferguson and myself.

I think we're enough for one patient.

- Do you expect any other nurses?

- Just the two of us.

That bed.

You fool!

Come on.

Sorry, lieutenant.

Excuse me, lieutenant.

Sorry.

- Get out.

- I'm sorry...

Get out of here!

Undress and bathe him, Miss Ferguson.

And bring a nightgown.

- I'll undress and bathe myself.

- Nonsense.

- Would you like to use the bedpan?

- No!

- When does a doctor get here?

- When he gets back.

We've telephoned

to Lake Como for him.

I'm hungry. How's the food?

We find it quite satisfactory.

- Can I have wine with my meals?

- No!

Open your mouth.

- Let's see how sick you really are.

- I'm not sick, I'm wounded!

I need a drink.

Why can't I have one?

Because I said absolutely not.

That's rather infantile.

Turn him over, Miss Ferguson.

Let's see if he can break it that way.

- Did you get it?

- Yes, sir.

I ran the blockade.

- Now, turn away.

- I'm over 21.

- Here.

- It's a pity.

They were very becoming.

Don't let Van Campen catch

you guzzling. We'll both get life.

- Find out anything about Miss Barkley?

- Yes.

- Indeed.

- What'd you find out?

Oh, look at him.

The bedridden Romeo.

Miss Barkley is arriving

on the 8:
00 train.

She's coming? You're not kidding?

Boy, she must be something.

That's the barber.

I figured you could use a shave.

Always helps a reunion.

Hello.

Hello.

You sweet...

You're wonderful to come here.

Come here, please.

- Did they operate yet?

- No. Forget about that. Please, darling.

- You mustn't.

- I'm crazy about you.

Oh, darling.

You do love me?

I adore you.

Come on, please.

But do you really love me?

Don't keep saying that.

Please, Catherine.

Shut the door.

Don't talk. Please, Catherine.

I love you.

Darling.

Smooth.

Smooth as piano keys.

Smooth.

Smooth as emery paper.

- Is it rough?

- No, darling.

I was just making fun of you.

I have to go now, darling.

I'm crazy in love with you.

You're sure?

- You're sure you love me?

- Very sure.

- You'll be good to me, won't you?

- Of course I will.

You will, won't you?

Because we're going to

have a strange life.

Strange?

But it's the only life I want.

It is an honor to attend

a friend of Rinaldi.

I was his chief at the university.

From the start he revealed

a talent for female anatomy.

Tell me what the x-rays show, please.

The x-ray.

I think it'd be safer

if we don't open the knee...

...until the foreign bodies are encysted.

That will take five or six months.

I'm not lying around

like a dummy for six months.

Perhaps we will know a little more

about how long, after our examination.

Is she your girl, young man?

I'm her fella.

I thought so.

Injury and death. Death and injury.

I have been standing

over them for 30 years.

But the war changes

the picture a little.

Youth instead of age

requires my services.

What a shame to waste

young legs as targets.

What does the x-ray

of the right kneecap show?

- The kneecap is free.

- What?

No foreign substance

until we come to the calf.

You are mad. I can see

the shrapnel with my naked eye.

I'm sorry, colonel,

there is nothing there.

All the right leg needs

is a few minor probes to the calf.

- This is the x-ray of the left leg.

- Impossible.

To a medical genius,

nothing is impossible.

Now, kindly look at the leg

under discussion...

...the right one, please,

and describe its contents.

She is a lovely girl.

I'll do all your obstetrical work

free, up to the third baby.

After that there will be a small fee.

The ankle is curiously swollen

and full of foreign bodies.

- What ankle?

- The right one, here.

That is not an ankle.

- That's the knee in question.

- Of course.

- I was holding the plate upside down.

- Natural mistake.

Next time, hand me the plate

in the proper position.

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