A Farewell to Arms Page #9

I've just gone all to pieces.

I love you so.

I'll be good again.

You'll be all right, Cat.

You'll be all right.

You're so good to me.

You will go, please, for a few minutes.

I will make an examination.

You can come back

afterward, darling.

- Can't he, doctor?

- I'll send word when he can come back.

Poor Catherine.

Mr. Henry.

The doctor wants to see you.

Is anything wrong?

How does it go, doctor?

It doesn't go.

But she was so healthy.

You said yourself she was.

Yes, I know. But somehow,

sometimes nature fails itself.

- What do you advise?

- There are two things.

Either a high-forceps delivery,

which can tear and is dangerous...

...besides being bad for the child,

or a cesarean.

- What's the danger of a cesarean?

- No greater than an ordinary delivery.

If it were my wife,

I would do a cesarean.

- What are the aftereffects?

- None. There is only the scar.

What if you just went on

and did nothing?

We would have to do something

eventually.

Mrs. Henry is already losing

much of her strength.

The sooner we operate, the safer.

- Operate as soon as you can.

- I'll go and give the instructions.

- Did you tell him he could do it?

- Yes.

Isn't that grand?

Now it will all be over in no time.

- Darling?

- Yes, Cat?

Is it raining?

No, I don't think so.

I think it's raining.

It's a boy. Congratulations.

Aren't you proud?

He nearly killed his mother.

You may come in now,

for a moment.

I love you, sweetie.

What sort of a baby is it?

It's a boy. Long and wide and dark.

- Is he all right?

- Yes, he's fine.

I'm awfully tired. I hurt like hell.

Madame Henry mustn't talk too much.

You haven't eaten all day, darling.

Go and eat something. I'll be

all right when you come back.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Have a nice dinner.

- Mr. Henry.

- Yes, doctor.

I'm sorry about the baby.

What about the baby?

The terrible labor, the whole ordeal,

it was too much for him.

We couldn't start him breathing.

So he's dead.

Yes. We tried everything.

- What about her?

- She'll be all right, my boy.

Come, have a cup of coffee with me.

I assure you, she'll be all right.

Yes, coffee and brioche.

The alcove, please.

- It will be free in two minutes.

- We'll wait.

It's true, even the German

communique admits it.

A month ago they said only a miracle

could save the Italians.

Well, the miracle has happened.

The Italians are holding the Piave River.

Poor Cat. She wanted this baby

so much.

The table is ready, doctor.

I don't understand it. I felt him kick.

He was alive inside Catherine.

Except the last week.

The last week he was quiet.

Maybe he was dead all the time.

- Drink your coffee, my boy.

- Poor kid.

Never even had a chance.

Maybe it's just as well.

They kill you in the end.

Maybe it's better that way than

to wind up dead on a muddy road.

You don't know what it's about.

You never have time to learn.

They throw you in

and tell you the rules...

...and the first time they catch you

off base, they kill you.

You can count on that.

Stay around and they'll kill you.

Poor Cat.

Poor, dear Cat.

This is the price you pay

for sleeping together.

She didn't have a bad time

when she was pregnant.

She was hardly ever sick.

She wasn't even very uncomfortable,

until towards the last.

But you never get away with anything.

Get away? Hell!

They get you in the end.

Maybe they're gonna get her too.

She's not gonna die, is she?

No, my boy. I'm sure.

You were sure about the baby too.

What if she should die?

She's coming along fine.

Don't you worry.

Dr. Emerich.

Excuse me, Mr. Henry. I'm wanted.

Finish your coffee, I'll meet you

later at the hospital.

She said she felt like hell.

What if she should die?

No, she won't die. People don't die

in childbirth nowadays.

Yes, but that's what

all husbands think.

What if she should die?

No. She's just having a bad time.

That's it.

Afterwards, we'll say,

"What a bad time."

And Catherine will say,

"Oh, it really wasn't so bad."

But what if she should die?

But what if she should?

But what if she should?

Oh, Mr. Henry.

I just tried to telephone you.

- What's wrong?

- Madame Henry has had a hemorrhage.

- Can I go in?

- Not yet.

- Is it dangerous?

- It is very dangerous.

Oh, God.

Please don't let her die.

I'll do anything,

if you won't let her die.

Whatever wrong I've done...

Please, dear God, don't let her die.

You took our baby,

but don't let her die.

Please. Please, dear God.

Don't...

Mr. Henry.

Cat.

You're all right.

You're going to be all right.

Our baby's dead, isn't he?

I'm going to die too.

I hate it.

Don't touch me.

Poor darling.

You touch me all you want.

You'll be all right, Catherine.

I know you'll be all right.

I meant to write you a letter to have...

...if anything happened.

I didn't do it.

Do you want me to do anything?

Do you want me to... send for anybody?

Just you.

I'm not afraid.

I just hate it.

It's been sweet.

Darling.

You won't do our things

with another girl...

...or say the same things, will you?

No.

I want you to have girls, though.

I don't want to.

I'll come and stay with you nights.

I'm not a bit afraid, darling.

It's just a dirty trick.

Can I do anything?

No, just leave us alone.

- I think it might be better if...

- Get out. Both of you.

Darling.

My wonderful darling.

You'll never leave me.

You're with me till I die.

My darling.

Till I die.

Cold.

Cold.

You're so cold, Cat.

Like a statue.

Won 't it be fun?

There'll be three of us.

I'm not a bit afraid, darling.

I just hate it.

Darling. You will be good to me,

won't you?

You will, won't you?

Because we're going to have

a strange life.

But it's the only life I want.

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