For Whom the Bell Tolls Page #7
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1943
- 170 min
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No food, Pilar? Where have you been?
- Guarding the pass below.
We had to wait
until there was no more cavalry.
Ingls!
Ingls! I was with El Sordo.
You were in the fight?
- No.
On my way back here...
It was dark and I went up the hill.
Five dead at the top.
Joaqun too?
No heads...
- Now let the fighting come.
No heads.
- Ingls!
Anselmo says there is
much movement across the bridge.
I was just leaving the lookout
when it started. - What?
Guns, trucks, armored cars,
even tanks. - Tanks?
Everything moving up toward the front.
I marked it all down.
I waited till the second column had
crossed. - Anything more coming?
Yes, I could hear another column
as I came up through the pass.
Should I go back? - Not now.
Were these trucks full of soldiers?
Yes. What does it mean?
They know the Republic is going
to attack when the sun rises.
Yes, now they know.
They move up to meet our offensive.
Who knows the way through to the
Republicans? - I do.
I need you at the bridge. Who else?
- I know it.
Have you been through before? - Twice.
- 8 hours, nearly 9 hours.
Can you make it to Navacerrada?
- I can try.
I could do it in less time, with luck
and no pack. - I need you here.
we carried explosive. It was safer.
I will get there as well as another.
And something could happen to anyone.
This dispatch is for General Golz.
Remember the name, "Golz".
Where will I find him?
- Ask when you get to our lines.
This seal ought to get you through.
If you have problems, show this here.
You've got seven hours at the most.
The attack is set for sunrise.
I prefer to be with you at the bridge.
- Get this to General Golz
and we won't have to blow the bridge.
We'll all escape to the Gredos safely.
Remember, the bridge's got to go
if the attack starts.
Pablo! Pablo, come back!
Pilar!
Pablo has gone!
Didn't I tell you he was a coward?
You and your confidence!
If it wasn't for you,
I would have killed him last night!
I have been betrayed.
- Betrayed! Listen to him!
He has been betrayed! You fool!
No slanders, please!
- Forget it! I'm the one to blame.
Andrs, you better get going.
And good luck.
Should I go back
and guard the horses?
Fool!
- No. I'll look after them.
Who will lead the retreat now?
- Shut up, Gypsy!
Andrs will get to the general.
- Get back in the cave. Pilar,
get everything ready for the bridge.
And get some sleep.
I'll look after the horses.
Look after my things.
Salud!
Don't shoot, comrades.
- Who are you?
A comrade, Andrs Lopez,
with a dispatch for General Golz.
Say the password, if you're a comrade!
- I don't know any password.
Toss a bomb at him.
- No, that would be a great mistake.
He's not alone, Pedro. Toss a bomb!
- No. Please.
I'm completely by myself.
Allow me to show you my papers.
Sure you're alone?
- How many times must I to tell you?
Stand up!
Put your hands above your head!
Come on!
I'm in a big hurry. I have a dispatch
for General Golz at Navacerrada.
Where? - Inside my shirt. How can I
show it to you with my hands up?
You're a long way from Navacerrada.
I will take you to Captain Gmez.
Spy!
I brought your robe.
I'll fix it for you.
Was this your idea or Pilar's?
Mine.
But Pilar told me to come.
Even if she'd told me not to come,
I would have come.
Will there be fighting tomorrow?
- Are you afraid?
I'm afraid for you so much
I do not think of me.
Pilar told me that
I'm to go with you, after the bridge.
That you'll take me to the Republic.
- You and Pilar will have horses.
You'll be safe with Pilar.
That leaves 3 horses for the others.
But I go with you, not Pilar.
I came on foot with the old man
and shall go the same way. - No!
Pilar says no one
will get out alive without a horse.
But if Andrs gets through,
there will be no bridge, will there?
Will there, Roberto?
No.
Maybe I should've sent word sooner
about the movements here.
How much time have we left?
A lifetime, Mara.
I mean until daylight.
Five, six hours.
Pilar told me
that time is not important.
Maybe Pilar's right.
Three days and three nights.
Yet they're everything.
Longer than the months in prison.
Longer than the years I've lived.
She told me something else
when I left the cave:
"We must live all our life
in the time that remains."
She said...
- What?
What did she tell you?
- We would all die tomorrow.
And that you know it too.
- She's crazy.
Nothing more than Gypsy superstition.
You don't believe it?
- Of course not.
She had a reason for telling me.
She said I must tell you all
that happened to me
when they shot my mother and father.
You've told me.
- No.
No, I didn't tell you what happened
when they herded us up the hill
and to the barber shop.
- I don't want to hear it.
Two men looked at me and one said,
"That's the daughter of the mayor."
The other said, "Commence with her."
They took me to the barber shop
and put me in the chair and held me.
In the mirror I could only see
my mother and my father
at the moment of the shooting.
My mother's words were in my head
like a scream that went on and on.
And I could fell a pain.
They were pulling at my hair
and cutting it off with a razor.
And then they put the braids
in my mouth...
and tied them around my neck
to make a gag.
Then they ran clippers across my head.
I commenced to cry, because until then
I'd been too frozen to feel anything.
In the mirror,
I could see the men laugh.
I couldn't look away from the horror
my face made with braids in my mouth.
When they took me out,
I stumbled over the dead barber.
They had shot him
because he belonged to a union.
Then I saw my best friend
being dragged in by two more men.
When she saw me, she screamed.
they were shoving me
across the square
and into the doorway
and up the stairs of the city hall,
to the office of my father, where they
put me on the couch. - Mara.
The worst things were done there.
- Quiet. Don't think about it.
I was going to tell you
on the way back from El Sordo,
but I was glad
when you wouldn't let me.
Then I was happy,
as if it had never happened.
No. Tonight, Pilar said
I must tell you everything.
And now you won't love me.
Tomorrow you'll take me through the
lines and I'll never see you again.
Never. You won't want me.
No, Roberto,
we can't change things.
But it's true
I never kissed any man until you.
When it happened I fought until they
tied my arms. - No one's touched you!
You believe that?
- I know that.
And you can love me?
I can love you more.
I could see your headlight from afar.
You want to bring down a shelling?
Where is the lieutenant colonel?
- He's asleep. Who is the bandit?
He bears a dispatch for General Golz
who commands the attack.
You're crazy. I know no General Golz,
nor no attack.
Get back to your battalion.
- Call the lieutenant colonel.
Away!
Call him!
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