Guernica

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GUERNICA:

The war for freedom continues

whilst heroic deeds are done

throughout our territory.

Our magnificent loyalist militia have

expelled the fascists from Madrid.

The defeated totalitarians head north

with the aid of the enemies of freedom:

the Italian fascists

and German Nazis,

aiming to attack the impenetrable

North Democratic Belt.

From the Basque Country barricades,

tireless militia will defend democracy,

prepared to sweat blood.

A frightened Franco

seeks help from Hitler

and his Condor Legion,

led by Von Richthofen,

cousin of the Red Baron himself.

To stop them, the Soviet Union has sent

their bravest to fight for democracy

on the battlefield with a message

of death to the fascists.

We will not allow fascist

fallacies to poison our spirit.

We won the battle in Madrid.

We shall win!

Really?

I despise propaganda, pal.

I don't care who's slingin' it.

Comrade,

may I have a swig?

-Sovietski?

-Da.

Can't share it, pal.

Cough syrup. Sore throat, see?

American.

It is not your war.

Right.

But I'm still here, anyway.

Hello?

Hello, Fran?ois, how are you?

Good, good. Just arrived

a couple of days ago.

Yes, getting in touch

with the city.

You know, you can't see

a single soldier here.

No. I'm sure. I'm sure.

Yes. No tanks, no weapons.

They're all in the border

trying to defend here, but...

Yes, somebody told me. Yes...

Fran?ois?

Hello?

Hey, what are you doing?

I was transmitting my article.

I work for a French newspaper.

You know the rules.

If you tell your paper we're

losing the war, we cut you off.

It's better than

canceling your permit

or arresting you,

which we can also do.

Please...

-I'm just trying to do my job.

-So am I.

Carmen, I want a copy of his articles

one hour before transmission.

It's the first time

he's been sent as a journalist.

How are you feeling?

You don't look too good.

I didn't sleep well.

I've a lot on my mind.

Vasyl is waiting for you

in his office. Go on.

Good morning.

Teresa. How are you?

Good.

One moment.

This is for you.

No. You shouldn't.

Well, I missed you. Come.

How was Madrid?

Well, dangerous.

And I'm glad to be here.

They're beautiful.

Beauty attracts beauty.

I forgot one more thing.

Here you go.

-Too heavy for chocolates?

-It is.

Vasyl...

Do you like it?

Thank you.

You'll pay for it.

Hit him, hit him.

-What's going on?

-He'll be hanged.

-He's lucky if that's all.

-His plane was shot down.

He's one of the

German bomber pilots.

Hey, don't you dare!

Hey, Marta.

Hey, Henry. I've been

waiting for you outside.

So, now you're drunk.

Not drunk enough.

Come on. Let's go.

Wait, sir!

Wait! Do you want an apple?

Sure.

There you go.

Thank you!

Take a tip. Never

eat the local food.

Come on. It takes an hour

to get to the front.

Now, wait a minute, because...

What do we want to go to the

battlefield for, anyway?

I got a better idea. Look. Look.

This morning's troop movements.

Where did you get that map?

I drew it.

You drew it?

I figure we'd just, you know,

add a few details, like...

-What?

-My name.

In big letters.

And we take a nice photo of it.

You know?

There, in front of

those sandbags.

Henry...

What kind of journalist

have you turned into?

A wise one.

Henry!

Hey...

Are you really going to

lie to your paper like that?

No. Not a lie.

It's the truth.

I've seen war, Marta.

I know the truth of war,

and I know how to tell it.

So, the truth is whatever

I choose to write.

Now...

-Cheese.

-No.

You know you adore me. Come on.

Guess who has tickets to the

Bach concert next weekend?

It's me.

I pulled strings.

-I would love to go.

-Good.

Bach is wonderful.

Although I prefer Shostakovich.

But now the Soviets have

sent him to prison.

Yes, but you know,

I don't support these methods.

But I can tease you, can't I?

Of course.

Teresa,

if you and I were

together again, I...

Vasyl, I...

Look here, from the

Danish reporter.

She was trying to

smuggle this out.

I'll deal with it.

Thank you.

Come on.

Poor people.

Looks like fascists are

winning positions.

They have snipers.

They've shot two of our men.

We'll rescue them.

Those two guys are history.

This fog is impossible.

Marta. Get back here.

Look, when I was in Ethiopia, my

interpreter tried to do something brave.

The newspaper turned

its back on him.

He's in prison now. They won't

even pay for his lawyer.

What the hell do you wanna

risk your life for?

Make the newspaper

owners even richer?

Take the picture

that will turn the world around.

Marta, no! Come back here!

Come back here!

Are you out of your mind?

Marta!

Don't do that!

It's dangerous!

Well, what about her?

She can't stay out there!

Marta!

Marta, don't!

Help me.

Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t. Sh*t.

Please.

Help!

Do something.

Marta!

Marta, leave it!

Go! Now!

What the hell were you thinking?

I don't know. What

were you thinking?

That picture is important.

Publish it.

I put some brandy in it.

Thank you.

Please. Eat.

Thank you so much.

Pretty good?

-You don't want anything?

-Nyet.

Why don't you

become a fashion photographer?

Or sports?

I want my Capa.

Robert Capa is overrated.

Hemingway, too, isn't he?

Everybody is overrated,

but not you.

I didn't say that.

You've had your glory moments.

Now leave room for us.

That was close.

German?

It's coming back.

Go!

The papers! The camera!

No, wait!

Sh*t.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

Stupid picture!

Something like that.

Hey, Henry.

Marco.

I wondered when you'd show up.

Like a bad penny.

Yes.

I heard your car was bombed.

But I thought it was you telling

your usual stories, but now...

And I heard that you've been secretly

writing articles for the fascists.

Yes.

It's dangerous

when you cross the lines, Marco.

You get yourself shot.

If you write what they want,

you never get shot.

Didn't know you were here.

Hey, Marta.

I'm so glad to see you again.

Glad to see you, too.

George!

How's New York?

Where is my check?

Henry, we have

cheaper journalists, you know.

Yeah, but none of them

is named Henry Howell.

They'll have names of their own

if I give them a chance.

Listen, child star Shirley Temple

released a toy collection with her face.

And all the papers

opened with that.

-There's a war on, Henry...

-All right. Here's what we can do.

I've got a hand-drawn battle map.

Make a great illustration. But...

Speaking of illustrations,

how about a week

in Paris, George?

Picasso is preparing

a new exhibition.

Let's do Picasso.

Together.

He'll talk to me, you know.

Nothing about Paris.

Bergara. Do you

remember that article?

That's war. And

war sells, Henry.

I want war! I...

Absolute perfection.

Come in.

Teresa?

These are the new journalists.

Marco Navas. He works for

a Portuguese newspaper.

And these two are the ones

with the car that broke down.

No, it didn't break down.

It was bombed.

Marta Vonier, photographer

from Le Figaro.

And Henry Howell, from the

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