Guernica Page #5

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more difficult.

Please.

Just sign it.

"I, Teresa Azcotia,

"confess that I'm a traitor,

"and that I sabotaged

the revolution."

Please.

Please. Please.

-This can't be happening.

-I'm sorry.

-This can't be happening.

-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

You ask this woman.

Excuse me, sir.

I don't speak Spanish.

I need to find Calle Don Tello.

You know what that is?

We have to go to the shelter!

Come on!

Henry, come on.

Henry, come on!

I'm gonna go this way. I'll

meet you here in an hour, okay?

In an hour!

Isabel!

Where are you going?

To the tailor's!

-Have you gone mad?

-My wedding dress!

Come back!

Isabel!

Planes!

Get to the shelter! Come on!

To the shelter!

To the shelter!

Come on!

Quickly!

Let's go to the bomb shelter.

Take him!

No, no, no!

Come on!

Hurry up!

To the bomb shelter!

Hurry up!

Come on!

To the City Hall!

To the shelter!

Come on!

Leave that!

Go to the City Hall shelter.

My car!

Hurry up!

Marta, we have to go.

Yeah.

Okay. Wait, one second.

One second. Okay... Okay.

Isabel!

I'm looking for your

cousin, Teresa.

-Henry...

-Calle Don Tello.

-I need your help.

-Over there!

This way?

-No, Isabel.

-No.

No, you can't!

My dress!

It's my dress!

Help me.

Help, I've no strength!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

Teresa.

-Isabel, you have to help me find Teresa.

-Teresa.

Teresa!

Teresa.

Teresa.

Yes, come on, let's go.

Bastards!

Bastards!

Come on, let's go

to the shelter.

I need to find Calle Don Tello.

Calle Don Tello.

-Cheka?

-Go with him!

Young lady, don't!

Stay here!

Isabel?

Let's go.

I have to go back.

The Italian Legionary Air Force

awaits orders.

The three Italian SMs

are awaiting orders.

This way!

Freeze!

This is a restricted area!

-Open the damn door! The mayor sent us!

-You've no jurisdiction here!

Open the f***ing door!

Open the door!

Stop!

Why are you here?

Okay.

Get out!

Get out!

Just calm down.

-Drop the gun, boy!

-Drop it.

I have orders to shoot!

Put the gun down.

Okay.

Teresa!

Help!

Help!

Please!

Open the door, please!

Help!

Let us out!

Let us out, please!

Please, let us out.

Teresa. Teresa!

Get the keys!

On the wall!

Get the keys! Get the keys!

Get out!

Come on, let's go!

Teresa!

Henry.

-Teresa!

-Henry!

Teresa!

Okay.

I got you. I got you.

Henry.

-Don't leave me alone.

-Never. Never.

There's a step. There's a step.

There, there.

This way.

Sh*t.

Planes again!

-Murderers!

-Run, they're coming back!

Help!

Open the door!

-Open up!

-You can't come in, it's full.

You can't come in.

You can't come in.

-Have you seen my mum?

-Don't worry. She's coming.

-And my dad?

-Yes, don't worry.

-My God!

-It hurts.

Don't worry, calm down.

Look.

Bite this, okay? Bite it hard

so your eardrums don't burst.

I've got enough for everyone.

Bite it.

Bite it hard.

Good, bite it.

Little guy!

Bite it, that's it, hard!

-And for me?

-Wait, I think I've got another.

-Will this do?

-Yes, perfect.

-Thank you.

-There, bite it hard.

Teresa!

Teresa!

Go with your side.

Sit down.

Teresa.

Teresa, I need you

to listen to me.

We have to get out of here.

It's too dangerous out there.

This ceiling could

collapse at any moment.

If we're gonna die,

let's at least die in the light.

Come on.

Don't look.

Shut your eyes.

-What happened to them?

-Nothing, they're asleep.

Marco! Marta! We have to

get out of this city.

Come on. Go!

Marta.

This way. This way.

Come on!

Come on. Hurry up!

Help!

Come on!

Teresa, are you all right?

We have to keep going.

Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Henry, are you all right?

Promise me you won't give up.

Don't speak. Just

save your energy.

Okay, I got you.

All right, I'm gonna

pick you up. Okay?

I'm gonna carry you.

You'll follow your heart?

I will. I will.

Tell the story to the world.

Henry.

We need help.

Sorry.

There's nothing I can do.

I'm so sorry.

They will take care of her.

Henry. Henry.

Are you fine?

I heard on the radio.

I need you to take us

to the Press Office.

Yes. Yes. Come on.

-You have to go.

-What are you doing?

I don't know.

Go.

Stop!

Don't move!

One more step and I'll shoot.

I need a line to New York.

Whatever they need.

Listen, George.

Here's your damn war story.

Twenty-six April, 1937. Gernika.

Don't give a damn if you use my name

or you have someone else sign it.

But it's the story

I want printed.

Ready?

A very small town in the north of

Spain is about to become very famous,

but for all the wrong reasons.

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