Guernica Page #4

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It's magic.

No.

You are a big cheat.

You two are in it together.

He's a big cheater.

A toast!

Cheers.

For the magician!

American, cheers!

Uncle will play a song.

I hope you like it.

-Yes!

-We can dance, if someone teaches me.

-Can I?

-Yes.

Let's see.

-I've no idea.

-It's very easy.

You want to dance?

Come on. You can't...

You know, I'm actually

a very good dancer.

Start like this?

Is that one of ours?

No.

It's German.

German.

Let's go inside.

-Isabel!

-Isabel!

Go, go!

You see.

Let me be clear.

Okay, I'm not sure

I believe this.

You invite journalist

to your family home,

and then the American...

He tries to send this?

-Maybe he was...

-Don't lie to...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Don't lie to me.

-As I was...

-Just...

-What's happening to you?

-Just go, okay?

Just go!

Please, come in.

I'm sorry, Mr. Howell,

but I cannot authorize this.

I'm sorry?

It says the Republic

has lost its morale.

You criticized the hospital,

and what about the burned girl?

You gave her too little space.

Well, the article isn't

about a burned girl.

It's about the horrors of war, and the

people trapped in the middle of it.

Well, we are not demoralized.

It is true what they say.

They use a pretty face

to push me to tell the truth.

But what you really mean is you

want me to push your propaganda.

You know, this whole

office is a story!

I should send a photo

of you to New York.

You're not sending anything.

I'll handle this, Teresa.

I am not some Italian

journalist, you know.

I'm the New York Herald Tribune.

I know exactly who you are, Mr.

Howell.

What's that supposed to mean?

Why don't you come to Russia?

You will be a hero

of the revolution,

as soon as you put a sheet

of paper in a typewriter.

In your dreams, comrade.

Don't play tough guy with me.

We know you left your

interpreter in Ethiopia.

The Italians, they came to

your hotel, and then what?

Tell me.

You ran away.

No!

Gentlemen,

thermite!

In just a few seconds,

it reaches 1,000?C

and melts anything

it comes into contact with.

During the 8 minutes it burns,

it can't be put out

with water nor sand.

First, we shall bomb

their water supply systems,

so they cannot put out any fire.

Then we'll incinerate

everything with thermite.

German efficiency at its best:

minimum intervention,

maximum destruction!

Meeting someone?

No.

Good. I need something

translated.

I'm afraid you'll have to stay.

It can't wait until

tomorrow morning?

No.

Tired?

I have some pages left,

but I can't read any word.

I'm exhausted.

There's a reception at City Hall

tomorrow night.

Will you come with me?

I'll be glad to.

No, thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I couldn't meet you.

Vasyl kept me working

until very late.

I think he knew.

Is that all?

You're hurt because I

censored your article.

Well, you were the one who wanted

me to write the damn thing.

Well, I had no option.

I'm sorry.

You don't understand.

Right.

Henry, I did love your article.

You must keep writing

with the same feeling.

What you are doing is important.

Not just for Spain, but for you.

How is it important for Spain

if no one gets to read it?

We'll find a way.

Maybe it doesn't make sense, but

I was inspired by your writing.

Let's dance.

What's on your mind?

I don't know, Marta. I...

I don't know how to explain in

English, but, you know, this war...

I know this war.

-You know...

-Yeah, but tonight's a party...

Communiqu? from your Consul.

Just now.

He says, "Do you have

someone for me yet?"

He wants to make an

example of someone.

He doesn't care who.

No. He does.

You know I suppose I

actually should thank you.

I really liked writing

that article.

I liked it a lot.

I need to get back to that

sort of writing, and I will.

But perhaps not in Spain.

Are you leaving?

Of course you are.

Teresa.

We both want the

same thing, Henry.

The problem is, one

of us is not free.

Teresa.

Teresa.

It's late.

There's a foreign delegation

coming tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Vasyl, but

tomorrow is tomorrow.

Welcome to my hiding place.

This place reminds me

of why I do what I do.

Here, we preserve art

and beauty from the war.

This place is so

emotional for me.

Wait.

-I can't.

-Yes, you can.

Please.

Come with me to Paris.

Good morning, everybody.

Carmen.

Do you think I can get a line

to New York, please?

Okay.

Hold it!

Don't move! Hands up!

Your attention.

An official stamp belonging to the

censor's office has been stolen.

All shipment of articles will be

suspended until it is recovered.

Search this room.

What? Why?

-Do you know something?

-No.

Hey, what are you doing?

This is your coat, Mr. Howell?

APPROVED:

Who is the owner of this coat?

Who?

It's mine.

Look at the other pocket.

It's my lipstick.

What are you doing?

The pin on the lapel,

it's also mine.

You know that's my

coat, Mikiavich.

You know it's mine.

-Teresa...

-I can handle it.

I'll be all right.

You come with me.

No. Where are you taking her?

You're wrong.

This is not a game, Teresa. Do you

understand? Do you understand?

The sacrifices we've

made in Spain,

the savings on

ammunition and fuel

have not been in vain.

Blitzkrieg

They've been talking about it

in Berlin for months.

A three-day air raid carried

out in just one afternoon.

As fast as lightning.

We've received orders

to put it into practice

during our attack today.

Therefore, gentlemen...

enjoy your flight...

to Gernika.

Where is Teresa?

I don't have that information.

You liar!

What happens in her life

is no longer my business.

Now get out. And take your coat.

Get out.

Carmen.

Where is Teresa?

I don't know.

How should I know?

-You're her friend, aren't you?

-I don't know anything!

Go away. Leave me alone.

Please!

Help me.

Don't you get it?

For God's sake, leave.

Please.

Henry.

Bad news.

They found the body of

that Spanish journalist.

My contacts say

Teresa didn't leave.

She's in a cheka.

-A what?

-Soviet prison.

They use it to make their

enemies disappear.

-It is in Gernika.

-Let's go.

She was working right

under your nose, was she?

Excellent work, Mikiavich.

Stalin will be pleased.

-And?

-And what, Mikiavich?

I delivered you an

enemy of the people.

My brother, Nikolai.

Unfortunately,

too late.

I will need your...

I will need your signature

on the death certificate.

Stalin does not

forgive, Mikiavich.

You continue your work, or you

will have to come back to Moscow,

with some explanations.

A magnificent day.

Ideal for a drive along the

beach, don't you think?

Good luck, boys!

Everything will be OK!

No.

Please.

-Can you stop this?

-We have to follow the orders.

Take your clothes off!

-No.

-Undress!

Vasyl, why are you doing this?

Vasyl!

Have mercy, please!

Out of the way!

It's lovely, how much is it?

-Yeah, this is the street. Don Tello Street.

-Don Tello, okay.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Calle Don Tello?

Marco, this way.

Now, don't make this

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