A Farewell to Arms Page #6

Now, of course,

civilization is not very useful.

There's one of your

ambulances left in town.

The others I sent to Caporetto.

You know it?

Yes, sir. A nice little town

with a fountain in the square.

I doubt if the fountain is still there.

Better go see your friend Rinaldi.

Anything wrong?

He's had a summer and fall of it,

I can tell you.

Thank you, sir.

- Father Galli.

- Frederick, how are you?

- I am glad to see you.

- Hello, Father.

- Your wounds are healed?

- All healed.

- You have come back at a bad time.

- Sounds a little noisy.

- Hello, baby.

- Rini. How are you?

- How's the leg?

- Working.

Sit down. Let me look at it.

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, major.

Eighty percent mobility.

It's a crime to send you back.

Now, tell me

about everything, papi.

Nothing much to tell. How are you?

How am I? I dig bullets out of blood.

I cut off arms, legs, the side of a face.

I am becoming a remarkable surgeon.

We will celebrate my genius.

We'll get drunk, papi.

- No, I'm tired, Rini.

- We'll get drunk.

And go meet some girls with

loud voices, and then we'll feel fine.

Seven stars.

War booty from San Gabriele.

- Cognac, Father?

- No, thanks.

Saint Paul said, "Take a little wine

for your stomach's sake."

- Yes, I know.

- Father Galli knows.

Father Galli is better than Saint Paul.

Saint Paul was a rounder, a chaser.

- It's the truth, Frederico?

- I never discuss a saint after dark.

So you've gone over to the priests.

I have to bait this priest alone.

The priests always win.

Everyone ends up on their knees.

Except the miserable Rinaldi.

He remains true to the devil.

No, Rinaldi, you're all right.

To all of us.

You are changed. You drink differently.

Are you married?

- Not yet.

- Still in love?

- Yes.

- Same girl?

- Yes.

- Is she good to you?

Shut up.

All right. To hell with love.

He's been under a strain.

The Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse.

It destroys the liver and

makes the hand shake.

A surgeon's hand shaking inside

a man's belly. Very fine.

- I drink to open bellies.

- You ought to have a leave.

He wants to get rid of me

because I have a disease.

- Is that true, Father?

- No. It's in his mind. His mind is sick.

It's true.

It's true.

Everybody has it.

The whole world...

...has it.

He's been working too hard, day and

night. There are not enough doctors.

Tell me about Miss Barkley, papi.

I want to hear something pretty.

Tell me something pretty.

I'll speak to the general

about a leave for him.

- Good night, Frederico.

- Good night, Father.

Thank you, papi.

Turn around. Back to Orsino. Come on.

Turn around. Go back. Clear the road.

Come on, hurry up.

Clear the road.

- Sorry, lieutenant. Turn and go back.

- What for, sir?

Orders. We must clear

the road to Orsino, and fast.

- Right.

- Let's go.

I don't understand.

I don't either,

but I can make a pretty good guess.

Lieutenant! Orders from the division.

- Take your ambulance to the retreat line.

- Do I take any wounded?

- Where did you get that information?

- The division.

It's a lie. There is no retreat.

The division has orders to hold the line!

I'll go where I'm told, but please

get your orders straight.

Caporetto is lost. Fifteen German

divisions have broken through.

- All three of our armies are in retreat.

- I'm not surprised.

We are evacuating.

Doctors will go with the army.

- What about the wounded?

- It's better not to move them.

- The ambulances will carry equipment.

- I am not equipment.

I am a man. I'm staying.

I repeat division orders:

Every doctor is to go with the army.

Yes, sir.

Orders are a noble thing.

I must not disappoint the division.

- Better to disappoint...

- Come on, Rini, you're sick.

The wounded and the dying. They should

be abandoned without hesitation.

Excuse me, Father. The Germans

will be along in a few hours.

- Come with us in the ambulance.

- I remain here.

They'll pulverize the town

before they come in.

The dying need me.

What about the Abruzzi,

and the chestnut woods and the river?

Perhaps, if God permits.

You're someone

to remember, Father.

I am ordered to leave, Father Galli.

But you have better orders,

from God, to remain.

I salute your commanding officer.

May his blessing go with you.

Goodbye, Father.

A scene to remember.

Yes.

Make way for Rinaldi,

who is saving his skin.

Shut up, Rini. You're full of fever.

Get off!

Look.

Look, the German spy

is spitting on us.

The dead man spits on us.

That's what we deserve.

It's hopeless.

Bad luck, Rini. We're walking.

- Where's Bonello?

- I don't know. I was asleep.

Just deserted, huh?

- You stay close to us.

- Yes, lieutenant.

- Come, Rini, it's gonna be a long haul.

- Father Galli stayed.

The priest stayed, but Rinaldi runs.

Come on. No nonsense.

- Esmeralda!

- Aymo!

My only loves are untrue to me.

What's the use?

- What's the use?

- Stop, Rini.

What good are we to Italy?

- We are fit only for surrender.

- Shut up!

Let the Germans collect

the garbage with a shovel!

- You're under arrest.

- What are you talking about?

- You can't touch an officer.

- Shoot him if he resists.

- What is this? Who are you?

- Battle police.

- Why arrest Major Rinaldi?

- We heard him.

- A German infiltrator preaching defeat.

- He's just the opposite!

Take him away!

- What's your division?

- Nineteenth.

The 19th division was pulled out

- You're a German in Italian uniform.

- He's a spy.

Guilty of preaching surrender.

I request he be sentenced to death.

I place the accused in the hands

of the court-martial.

In the name of His Majesty,

the court finds the prisoner guilty...

...and orders him shot.

- Wait.

Wait. I will talk. I will talk, wait!

Keep your hands off me.

I need no assistance.

Your name, rank and birthplace.

My name is Alessandro Rinaldi.

My rank is that of a coward.

My birthplace I will not

disgrace by naming it.

You have medical corps insignia.

Forgive me. I forgot to tear it off.

No, Rini, stop it.

Tell them the truth!

He was spreading disorder.

He called our army "garbage."

- He was telling our men to surrender.

- I ran.

I ran with them.

I am a doctor needed by

our dying men. And I ran.

Dispose of me, garbage inspector!

- Let me talk for him.

- Silence.

Come, you heroes.

Shoot the coward, and win the war.

You are a German infiltrator

or a confessed deserter.

In the name of His Majesty,

you're ordered to be shot.

You're mad. Major Rinaldi's sick.

He's sick, I tell you.

Colonel.

You must listen to me. He's one of

the best surgeons in your army.

Our army?

Give your name, rank and birthplace.

Goodbye, papi.

I am joining Father Galli.

No...

Answer the question.

You are not an Italian.

You're wearing an Italian uniform, but

you do not even know the Italian salute.

Ferguson! Ferguson?

Ferguson.

- Fred, what are you doing here?

- Don't ask questions.

- Look at you.

- Where's Catherine?

- Are you wounded?

- No.

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