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New York Herald Tribune. American.

I studied your writing

at college. I...

I think I've read it all.

Short. Sharp.

Very inspiring.

Your style has evolved

over time, hasn't it?

Well, I'm still a growing boy.

I just read this article

of yours about Bergara.

You write of a

battle at a castle

where our soldiers were

firing from the battlements.

I think it was a

pretty good piece.

It's quite interesting because

there are no castles in Bergara.

Why? Why did you write it?

Is it even about

the truth anymore?

Well, maybe I

got the name of the town wrong.

There's so many.

Don't play with us.

For you, it's a story.

But for us, it's life and death.

Obey the rules, Mr. Howell.

They're simple

enough even for you.

I'm sorry. You are?

We've got a question.

We lost everything

in the explosion.

So, we need new papers.

We will let you

know your status.

And you have to wait.

In the meantime, we can provide

you with a camera and some films,

so you can continue your work.

But the freedom of movement

is restricted in this area.

Stay away from the border.

So, please...

Thank you.

Here it is.

That's all we have.

Gentlemen, your results!

Thomas is first with 16 hits,

Matthias is second with 12

and Wolfgang is third with 9.

So this week's bonus

is for Thomas Selber.

Are you saving up

for the wedding or a house?

No, I came here to

buy this truck.

-These Spanish girls would be cheaper.

-Attention!

Lieutenant Colonel

Von Richthofen!

Stand to attention!

Discipline.

Gentlemen, discipline!

We have lost men

through pilot error.

One was saved by his parachute,

but he was taken to Bilbao.

Two others died

in a car accident

coming back

from one of those parties.

Don't forget,

we lost the Great War

but today might be

our second chance.

Don't take it too hard.

Well, she's just doing her job.

I'm just doing mine.

Yeah.

This old piece of junk.

I can't work with this.

Are you crossing

the lines again?

Don't you need a photographer?

Are you offering yourself

to the fascists, Marta?

Or to me?

Hey, you're American?

Yes.

They sold me a car.

It's not good.

All Yanks know how to

fix cars, don't you?

I don't do auto repair.

Okay.

Thank you.

-Hey!

-Yes?

-Does anyone know how to fix a car?

-Yes.

He gets under your

skin, this Mr. Howell?

No, not really.

I suppose he's charismatic.

Well,

this is undeniable.

But is he on our side?

He's on nobody's side.

Look, he made a mistake.

But he can still be useful to us

with Americans.

Americans don't care

about anything.

Don't forget.

Here you are, Mr. Howell.

Thank you, Nicolie.

Henry! Henry?

Pierre.

Pierre.

-Still in the white suits.

-Yes.

When was the last time?

-Chaco War, '32.

-Yes.

How is Spain looking to you?

It's worse.

Exactly.

It's fantastic for us.

Great.

I'm told we can get

the best photographs.

Would you excuse me?

Who is that?

A literary genius, so called.

Wrote a book about some Negro soldiers

who fought in France in The Great War.

The Harlem Hellfighters?

Is that the famous Henry Howell?

Room service.

Marta?

Look, I've been asking around,

and I found you a Leica.

It's going to do what you're looking for.

It's got a real high-speed lens on it.

It'll get you a Capa.

Marta?

Do you think he heard us?

Vasyl. The Consul is waiting

for you in your office.

Take the profiles

of the journalists.

I didn't expect you, Mr. Consul.

We will return these files.

Might I have a moment to discuss

something of a personal nature?

Are you referring

to your brother?

Yes, sir.

Come.

Your brother will find that Siberia

becomes more gentle at this time of year.

He's a poet.

Poets sometimes write things

they're sorry for.

Comrade Stalin has not forgotten

that you were with the Trotskyites,

and that you publicly expressed

your remorse. But Nikolai...

No. Please, sir. Wait, wait.

Nikolai doesn't deserve this.

-Do you want to solve this?

-Yes.

Perhaps you could bring me

an enemy of the revolution.

Find this person,

and I will find a crime

to fit him with.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Howell.

Hi, Mar?a.

Look, I...

I need to get something out of the

country without the censors seeing it.

I heard you could fix that.

Sure... But it is expensive.

Okay. So, charge it

to Marco's room.

And prepare my

bags for checkout.

Are you leaving?

Paris.

-You are not staying for the tour?

-Tour?

Yes, the Press Office tour.

No, I'm not staying for

the Press Office tour.

Hey, Henry.

Are you running away again?

Come on!

They're buying us lunch.

Come on.

Don't worry.

I have the right connections.

-I should give it to you now? Or...

-Yes.

Mr. Howell, are you sending some

of your fiction to New York?

No, no. It's a birthday card.

Grandmother.

Fancy a little sightseeing?

I...

Please. You will

be our star guest.

I'm on my knees.

What is he doing here?

Calm down. I invited him.

I don't trust him.

These people work for newspapers that sell

millions of copies all over the world.

We should look after them.

No.

Please, Vasyl. I know

how to do my job.

Please come with me.

My brother, he's...

I thought the great Communist Party

was obsessed with schedules.

We wouldn't wanna be late.

Let's talk later.

Thank you.

-Where's the journalist from Madrid?

-No idea, he's always late.

Let's go.

You have one hour

to take photos.

Enjoy the food, the views,

and write nice things about us

if you can, okay?

If somebody wants to go to the

top, there are 241 steps.

Good luck. The

views are amazing.

We meet back at the bus.

I'll come up shortly.

Are you coming up?

Absolutely beautiful.

Yes, it is.

You wanna start over?

Why not?

Bit early.

More for me.

All right. You just live once.

There you go.

So, what's your life's story?

I wanted to be a writer.

But when the war happened,

the loyalists needed people

who spoke languages,

and knew how to deal

with journalists.

So you're dealing with me?

Well, in my way.

And because you didn't

become a writer,

you deal in editing what

other people write.

Well, circumstances delimit

one's choices, don't they?

To be honest, I'm like you.

I don't fit in many places.

You're a Communist?

Loyalist.

I wish to see a

democracy for Spain.

-Morning, my Lieutenant Colonel.

-Good morning, Wolfgang.

Berlin wants better air

and land coordination.

With the Spanish?

Impossible.

The engine is fine but

check piston two.

The Spanish aren't the

only ones, Wolfgang.

The Italians are

pretty much the same.

We learn something

new every day.

Meanwhile our men are holding out

against syphilis and diarrhea.

Minister G?ring wants to bomb a city

as a birthday present to Hitler.

Fine. It's a nice

present for our F?hrer.

He will see what the German

Air Force is capable of.

Hey, what's that?

Revolutionary pin?

No.

It's a football pin.

Athletic club.

From Bilbao, my city.

I wear it because my father gave

it to me when he played for them.

What's he do now?

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