Everybody Go Home! Page #8

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Everyone get off, quickly. Clear the street,

we have to take the debris off.

Forward, come on.

Come on, it seems you don't

to do anything.

The first that tries to escape will

go to the wall.

Father.

We've escaped.

Behind the Saint Giuseppe's tabernacle

there's a ladder that goes to the belfry.

For God's sake.

Father, my husband makes me sinned.

When he gets home, he drinks too much.

I'm not a priest.

- Devil. -Take it easy,

you'll go to confession later.

Pray and don't ask questions.

Come on, quickly.

This way.

The Germans are coming back again.

Come on, climb the ladder,

quickly.

Don't make noise..

Let's go.

And Ceccarelli?

- Who, yout friend?

- Yes.

- I can't escape, I'll stay.

- No!

- Great, we did it!

- We did it.

These poor guys over there.

There is Ceccarelli!

Look, on the roofs.

Who are they?

They're armed.

- Look, there are more over there.

- Where are they?

Why don't we get water today?

I don't undertsand it.

The water is arrived!

The water!

Ceccarelli's escaped.

Oh, my God!

They shot him.

He's going to die.

Can we do anything?

What do you want to do?

What do I want to do?

Are we going to let him die?

Er, no... no, no.

We can't be looking forever.

That's still alive.

- But, where are you going?

I don't know... -Leave me.

Let's go.

Where are you going?

Are you crazy?

Ceccarelli.

What do you feel?

- Lieutenant...

- Where does it hurt?

My legs. I can't move

my legs.

Oh, your legs,

It's not serious.

They don't hurt, Lieutenant.

I don't feel them.

Don't talk, I'll talk.

You're wet with sweat.

I won't get home.

You will.

I'll carry you.

No license, this time I'll get

a sick leave.

Of course you will.

You'll see.

I wish I had a cigarette.

I don't have any.

Not even a cigarette.

Damn it, I'm always so unlucky.

Ceccarelli.

Here, here there's a good place.

Give me the cannon!

- The cannon!

- Hold on, it's too heavy.

Put it in its place.

- Hurry up.

- If it doesn't fit, what can I do?

Hold on, I'll put it.

It doesn't fit, damn it.

Get out.

I'll do it.

A magazine, quickly.

You shoot at the soldiers, que al

we'll attack the tank with grenades.

Understood?

Yes, Sir!

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