Hemingway & Gellhorn Page #8

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That's .

Always run away there is a cause.

We have an obligation not? As writers.

What happened to your conscience?

You know what? I's are returning.

I'm so excited to be flying

in a week.

I and I have a guaranteed place.

That's fantastic,

So we go together.

What?

What? What?

Dear Congratulate

I'll be the correspondent for Collier.

For Collier's?

Is this a joke? Do not think so.

You know you can only hire

a correspondent.

Oh, my God,

could close with who you wanted.

You took my job.

You kept my work in Collier's?

I know.

I have big shoes to fill.

You have done an excellent job.

You trying to do

impossible for me to love you

Oh please.

Might kill me there,

that make you happy, right?

I'm not...

're An idiot!

That's...

So how are you leaving?

Cargo plane.

Get me a seat.

Is the least you can do.

I can not. It is only for men and military

.

Why?

Hem, why?

So Dos Passos was right.

In what was right?

Basically what you said.

Said you were a selfish bastard

complacent.

Not have to do that.

YES had.

You know too much, but I do not know

is how much I needed to.

Good.

Now back here!

F***!

Gellhorn!

Gellhorn!

What a waste of time!

Will continue reading me long after that you will eat worms.

Believe in my words

F***!

Everywhere said

that the invasion was coming.

And my problem without contact

was like being there when it happened.

Whither?

Whither?

I am a nurse, of Collier's.

Good luck blonde.

I left

on a hospital ship.

He wrote about this vision for more than 100 years

And

I have seen never forget.

After the first shock of astonishment and admiration

looked around and saw

separate details.

The flame of a cannon, a distant roar

An invisible plane behind the gray city.

Troops unloaded from huge ships

up in long lines to the shore

clawed brown hill.

Tanks slowly and steadily moved forward.

Forded the bank having agreed

that would meet the injured.

Everyone was busy violently dangerous on that beach.

Dust rose as

fog of war itself.

There was a terrible sense of working against time.

Wounded who had complained in dreams or shouting.

And there was the soft murmur of conversations

among the wounded who could not sleep. Point.

Was a boat load of pain

but we were together and we had

to each other. Point.

Ernest, are you okay?

I'm fine.

What did you say your name?

Mary, Mary Welsh.

You can say that you're my kind of girl.

What kind of girl is this?

The class that takes care of a man.

That encourages.

That supports it.

Nice idea. Could.

Oh yeah?

's Beautiful. It's Italian, right?

Ms. Hemingway!

Ms. Hemingway!

You Mrs. Ernest Hemingway?

Why?

And that children

is the best way to control a Chinese

wielding a knife.

Ernest is a great storyteller.

My D-s, is Marty.

First journalist in the beaches of Normandy.

Although not really accredited.

My heart and my home to my wife.

She decided to marry war.

Not so fearless?

Accidentaste heard you.

Just a scratch.

Obviously not affect your personality.

Unless you're a

bragging, why did you come?

I do not know.

I think...

I think I just came by divorce.

Marty!

What the hell!

Pope you're doing?

Marty!

Look what you did that b*tch!

Marty!

Gellhorn!

's Bleeding.

Gellhorn!

Marty, I am.

Go.

Marty, open the door.

I will not let you in, you

drunk. Go.

Marty?

I told you I want a divorce.

Open Mrs. Hemingway,

Mr. Hemingway's love.

D-s me, look at you.

're The queen of heaven.

It's too late.

No.

Marty? I need you.

I deserve a chance.

Give it to me.

If we divorced in Cuba

so no more waiting.

Always know the local customs.

Damn journalist.

F***ing b*tch!

I gave you everything!

Gellhorn!

I made you!

I made you!

Enough! Enough is enough.

Alejate. Please stay away.

Whore.

We were good in war.

And when there was no more war,

create ours.

The battlefield where not survive

was the home life.

I try not to think about it

since

afraid I can not think with tenderness.

But only terror.

God, as I want my little problems

life

not blind me to everything.

There were two things that affected my worldview

A:

One was the defeat of Spain.

The other

was Deca.

Y:

Deca was lower compared to Auschwitz.

It was an incredible horror.

Something so horrendous

you could not understand it without going

frantic and hysterical

and crazy.

Escape.

I spent the night crying

perdp I think faith in this whole twisted humanity

I think is a big one.

What are you doing, Dad?

Pope?

Pope?!

Pope?

Pope pulls hard.

Pope!

You remember that song you used to sing?

Suddenly I remembered it.

I'm glad we moved

here, away from the bars?

I remember you used to stay hours.

Need peace and quiet.

We need to focus on keeping healthy Pope.

Write

at its best leads to a lonely life.

As a writer grows to the public

frees her loneliness,

and often his work deteriorates

because he works alone.

And if a good enough writer

must face eternity, or the lack thereof

everyday.

Ms. Gellhorn ?

You are considered one of the greatest

war correspondents of all time.

The last 45 years

has covered conflicts everywhere

Bremen, Singapore, Middle East

, Central America,

Vietnam, Africa, Bosnia, etc..

And for a woman who did all this,

was trying to be compromised?

I have no such complex

That's a guy thing

Yes, men

And since it mentions men

are both journalists, I'm sure you will understand

= = Our viewers want to know more

about his relationship with

with one that that was one of the synonyms for

masculindad older.

No.

tell us about your debt.

My Debt?

Its debt to Hemingway .

The man has been dead for thirty years.

No

tortured anyone as much tortured himself.

I want peace for him.

It's all I have to say about

.

I do not see myself

as a footnote,

in the life of another person.

Turn it off.

Just.

Thanks for your time, Ms. Gellhorn.

My beloved Marty,

You have to know one thing,

Love is infinitely more durable than hate.

F***

'm Gellhorn,

In the end I decided to go.

Why?

Because as always, the

Times was wrong again.

All that nonsense and supposed objectivity.

I'm going up to the next plane.

No. What the hell .

I will pay my own money.

I want you to grow a pair of balls.

Calma.

Do not worry about me.

I love you too.

I have not died yet stupid.

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