In Love and War Page #2

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Aah.

Ok.

[Flares hiss]

[Machine gun fire]

Aah!

[Speaking Italian]

Uhh.

[Cloth ripping]

Uhh.

[Speaking Italian]

[Groaning]

Uhh!

Aah!

Uhh!

That say...

Does that say

I'm gonna live,

or does it say

I'm gonna die?

Bambino americano.

Roberto.

Si e buono.

Good.

Hey, I'm fine.

I'm fine. Help him.

He's never even

been with a woman.

Calma.

Damn it!

You bastards!

Don't let him die!

We go to him.

Is everybody here?

Yes, miss de long.

Apparently, it's not

a major emergency,

after all,

so we won't

need extra people on

the morning shift.

But we will have

several casualties

within the hour,

so you all know

the routine.

Come on downstairs.

All right.

You're with me.

[Klaxon honking]

[Honk]

Come on, come on.

Nurse:

take it easy.

Piano, piano.

De long:

We'll put him

in number 8. Otto.

And this one in

number 9, miss Rose.

Skip:
this last one

must be crazy.

Carried one of

the arditi wounded

right through

a bombardment.

Yes, ma'am?

In that case--

uh, miss Cavanaugh?

We'll put him at

the far end, where

it's quieter. In 17.

Yes, ma'am.

Diciasette.

Ho capito,

signora.

Do you know

what happened?

It's a bad leg wound.

He got it on the piave front.

Lift.

Anything you need?

I'll need, uh,

more saline solution.

Hey, kid.

Am I dying?

Oh, eventually,

but not in

the immediate future.

You lying to me?

Mm-mm.

You promise?

Promise.

I love you.

Will you marry me?

How we feeling?

What's wrong?

Hmm? nothing.

Mac, would you come

over here for a minute?

Some-something's

the matter. What is it?

Well?

Like I said, kid,

nothing's wrong.

I'm just giving

bed 8 a drink.

Yeah, but

what's going on?

I'll be back

in a minute.

Gangrene?

Maybe.

Can we get a doctor?

Not until tomorrow.

It might be

too late by then.

I can't help it.

Miss de long

said the only doctor

the Italians could spare

wouldn't be here

till tomorrow.

Hmm, hmm.

You know,

the only thing to do

is irrigate the wound

with daken's.

No. you cannot do

something like that

without

a doctor's order.

Mac, we can't wait

for a doctor's order.

Aggie,

something like that

could get you shipped

back to the states.

Fine. I won't be doing

the splits when I go

to the bathroom.

Ag!

Good afternoon, doctor.

I've been assigned as

your surgical assistant.

Major caracciolo.

Agnes Von kurowsky.

Ah, yes, Hemingway.

Shrapnel everywhere.

Some quite deep.

Come, come.

Bullet behind

the patella.

Did you see

any pieces of--

come si dice?

Uh, uniform.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Uniform.

Did you see any uniform

in the wound?

Unfortunately, yes.

And when I was

changing the dressing

last night and then

again this morning,

there was a definite odor.

Gangrene.

So if it is,

I will have

to amputate.

I will operate

on this side

with a nurse,

you, on my left.

You do not approve

of an amputation?

I think he is very young

to lose a leg.

Ecco.

You see? I was right.

And how do you propose

that we shall not

have to amputate

this young boy's leg?

Well, in America,

we've had some success

with a treatment

that was developed

at Johns Hopkins hospital,

so I've been

irrigating the wound--

I know everything

about this notion

of irrigating.

Who is

this John Hopkins

of the hospital?

Is he a Saint?

It's Johns Hopkins,

and, no, it's not named

after a Saint.

Then it cannot be

much of a hospital,

can it?

Well, I will operate

tomorrow in the morning.

Please have the patient

ready at 8:
30.

And, nurse...

Perhaps you would like

my permission for your

irrigation treatment.

Beautiful girl

with a Martini.

I must have died

and gone to heaven.

Gin and castor oil.

Sorry about that.

Ohh.

What do you know?

I graduated

the same year.

Mm-hmm. me from

nursing school,

you from

kindergarten?

My mother told me

never ask a lady

about her age

or her teeth.

Mmm. 26, and they're

all mine.

What's going on?

I'm going to irrigate

the wound again.

Relax. relax.

Mmm!

Gangrene?

Now, how do you know

about gangrene?

My old man's a doctor.

And after the war, you're

going to medical school.

Not a chance.

I'm a reporter.

A reporter?

How old are you?

Kid, I hope you're

a better reporter

than you are a liar.

Relax.

Am I going

to lose my leg?

I'm asking you,

please.

I'm really not permitted

to talk about your condition.

You...you'll have to

speak with the surgeon.

Surgeon?

If I'm going

to end up being

less than

all of me...

I'd rather be dead.

Kid, I'm going

to do everything I can

to help you keep your leg.

But you're going

to have to work with me.

I'm going to keep on

washing out this wound

with daken's acid

every hour

on the hour.

You'll be up and

dancing in no time.

I'm not a very

good dancer.

Big feet

and no rhythm.

[Chuckles]

Well, I am.

I love to dance.

I'll teach you

and get you good and ready

for the girls back home.

[Liquid squirting]

Uno, due, tre.

Ernest:
Rosie?

Don't put me under yet.

Where's Agnes?

She's right here.

Jesus, I'm scared.

You and me, partner.

Good morning,

young man.

Morning, doc.

You gotta promise

me one thing.

Save the bullet

for me.

Yes, of course.

[Gas hissing]

Agnes:
breathe deeply.

Hmm.

Well...

I do not smell the odor

you spoke about yesterday,

but it would...Still be

safest to amputate now.

I'm sorry.

Being safe is not

important to him,

doctor.

He wants to

keep his leg.

Ahem.

Jill, the larger

sponges, please.

Thank you.

As I'm sure you know,

second operations

are a great luxury

in time of war.

Yes, of course.

But one could say,

what is life without

its little luxuries?

Refractor

and long forceps.

Holy cow,

he's good-looking.

Yeah...

But young.

I meant

Dr. caracciolo.

Caracciolo:

miss Von kurowsky?

Perhaps one day

you will permit me

to show you

something of

our countryside...

When you will

be off duty.

I think I hate you.

Mmm.

Everything is fine.

You're going

to keep your leg.

Sleep.

I don't want to dance

with the girls back home.

Bed 8's

an interesting case.

Thought yesterday

there might be some

peripheral vision

in the left eye.

It's still early,

of course.

[Sighs]

Are they always just

cases to you, Mac?

It's the only way

to cope.

You should know that

as well as I do.

Well, I do know it with

one part of my brain,

but sometimes...

Sometimes

they get to you.

Especially when they're

good-looking boys with

the charm of the devil,

and you've broken

all the rules

to make sure

they walk out of here

on both legs.

But just remember...

We're here to do a job.

We're here to do a job.

For god's sake,

be careful.

[Klaxon honks]

[Honk]

De long:
Villard in 15,

quindici.

Kenyon in 13, tredici.

[Whistlithe caissons

go rolling along]

De long:

Mr. McBride in 6

needs immediate attention.

We're short of doctors,

but I've telephoned already.

This is villard, Henry s.,

in 15?

Yes, miss de long.

Harry villard?

Hey, you Harvard

yard bastard,

how the hell

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