A Farewell to Arms Page #7

- I hope it's a hole in your head.

- Where is she?

In the mess you got her into.

I can't stand here arguing with you.

Please, before they grab me.

Please, Ferguson, where is she?

Stresa. Hotel Valeria, room seven.

Lieutenant Henry.

Are you wounded? What are you

doing in those clothes?

Before you do anything, let me...

Don't tell me anything.

You're a deserter!

- Not the way you think. I had to...

- Of course. Cowards always run.

Will you give up,

or shall I do it for you?

No firing squad for me.

Darling...

Oh, darling.

What's wrong?

I'll tell you about it.

Darling, you're ill. I'll get a doctor.

I don't need a doctor. I'm not sick.

Not that way.

Then what is it? I don't understand.

It's just...

...I'm through.

I'm through with the war.

I've made a separate peace.

You mean, you...

You deserted?

Yes. I'm a deserter.

It's not your army, or your country.

Tell me what happened.

All kinds of hell.

Rinaldi's dead. They killed him.

A firing squad.

I'd better not tell you about it.

No, I want to hear.

He was sick. Talking like a madman.

And the firing squad blew his brains out.

I was next. You can't win an

argument with a firing squad.

No, of course you can't.

And you're not going to try.

You're not going back.

I'm not against them.

They're the good ones. The brave ones.

I wish them all the luck.

They deserve it.

But it's not my show anymore.

Of course it isn't.

We're together, that's all that matters.

The rest is something else.

Far away.

Just us. Us.

I must say, you look better.

I think I'll be hungry for a week.

I thought you were going

to sleep for a week.

The sleeves are a bit short.

But it was the best I could do.

You are a little tall for your age, darling.

It's a fine outfit.

We'll just stay right here.

It's practically deserted this

time of the year. And cheap.

- Couldn't be nicer.

- Now, let's see...

...shall I get you some papers?

No, I don't wanna read the papers.

I'm sorry. Was it so bad you don't

want even to read about it, darling?

Yes, it was bad.

I wish I had been with you

so I would know about it too.

Darling, what will happen

if they find you?

- I'll shoot them.

- You wouldn't.

And what would they do to you?

They'd shoot me, of course.

Then we can't stay here.

We can go to Switzerland.

- Please, I'm tired of thinking about it.

- The border's very near here.

Yes, and they have guards across it

like a picket fence.

We can go across the lake.

We'll borrow one of those boats.

They'd turn us in if we even asked.

Then we'll steal one.

We can send it back.

It's over 20 miles.

You can do it. I know you can.

And the patrol boats?

They'd spot us sure.

Not if we go at night.

Darling, don't you see?

We've got to get out of here, fast.

Tonight!

Please.

All right.

You're a grand girl.

I hope nobody saw us.

I'm more worried about the patrol boats.

Darling, not so fast. You'll get tired.

We have to get into Swiss waters

before it's daylight.

Here, I can do that.

It's no good. I can't put you

through this. I'm taking you back.

- You will not.

- I will. This is crazy, you and the baby.

If you take me ashore,

I'll swim after you.

A little rain won't hurt me or the baby.

What will hurt is waiting in that room,

not knowing...

...if they caught you

and stood you against the wall.

Now, start rowing!

All right. You win.

That's a good boy!

I could use a drink.

- Thanks.

- You're ever so welcome.

- Do you know something?

- What?

- I don't think this rain is going to last.

- I hope not.

- Do you know something else?

- What?

I don't care if it does!

Aren't you dead?

Oh, I'm all right.

My hands are sore, is all.

I think I hear something.

It's a patrol boat.

They're backing up.

They're turning.

We must be close to the border.

- Darling, I was terrified.

- So was I.

Are you all right?

Darling, I've never been more

all right in my whole life.

- Darling.

- We're in Switzerland.

Darling. It's a lovely country.

Yes. It feels good beneath my feet.

Can you realize we're

actually in Switzerland?

Darling, it's true, isn't it?

I don't have to go down to the station

with you to see you off.

I hope not.

Don't say that. It frightens me.

Your hands, your poor hands.

We'll buy some ointment.

Magic Swiss ointment.

- Forget about my hands. I'm still hungry.

- So are we.

Pardon me.

I'm Lieutenant Zimmerman.

- Is that your boat that just came in?

- Yes.

What nationality are you?

American, British.

Well, let me see your passports.

Why do you come to Switzerland?

We're tourists. My cousin and I

want to enjoy the winter sports.

You rowed here from Italy?

Rowing is my favorite sport.

I always row when I get a chance.

- Indeed. Your cousin too?

- Yes, I love it.

Cousins with the same tastes...

...of different nationalities...

...rowing all night across the lake...

Very interesting.

What have you been doing in Italy?

I've been doing some writing.

Picking up local color, you might say.

And you, Miss... Barkley?

She's been studying art.

Yes. Rubens, Raphael, Rembrandt...

You know, things like that.

- How much money have you?

- Twenty-five hundred lire.

Twenty-five hundred...?

As you're so interested in boating,

I can recommend an excellent place.

A very small, intimate hotel...

...overlooking the most romantic lake.

- That sounds enchanting.

It's owned by my mother.

Her name is Madame Zimmerman.

- How nice.

- I have one of my mother's cards here.

Take the luggage,

and get these tourists a cab.

Your passports will be kept

by the police.

I regret this, but it's necessary

under the circumstances.

- They'll be returned, after a time.

- But you're sure we can stay?

I'm certain you and your cousin will find

my mother's hotel very comfortable.

Thank you, lieutenant.

It's a great country.

And so practical.

You may come in now, Mr. Henry.

Your wife is an excellent

advertisement for Switzerland.

She's had only six weeks

of our fine air...

...but she couldn't be healthier

if she were born Swiss.

Not one wrong symptom.

A beautiful expectant mother.

- You should be very pleased.

- I am.

I prescribe a little sleep

and, of course, some exercise.

No scaling Alpine peaks.

Your husband's knee is fine now,

but he must be careful.

We want the child

to have a healthy father.

We want him able to walk the baby.

Well, he will be.

You'll have the baby in spring,

the season for beginning.

Thank you, doctor.

We'll see you regularly?

Of course, but do not be concerned.

We have babies quite often

in Switzerland.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Henry.

- Goodbye, doctor, and thank you.

I'm so excited to be healthy!

Darling, stop fussing

with that silly pipe...

What's that?

Little Catherine.

She's turning a cartwheel.

Want to feel her?

- Doesn't it hurt?

- No, you idiot. It feels wonderful.

I got our passports back from the

police. Now we can get married.

No.

I'm sure it would be

the proper thing to do.

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