In Love and War Page #4

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You have to eat

something.

If you don't, Jimmy,

you won't make it.

Please.

Burnside:
uh,

atta boy, Ernie.

Just, uh--

let me just, uh--

there. now, remember

to say cheese.

There you go.

"I give

this silver medal..."

"For your courage action

"on the piave river

on the 8th day

of July..."

"1918.

"When you are much wounded,

"you...

"Ernest Hemingway,

"carried private

Roberto zardini,

"also much wounded,

behind the lines..."

"And you do not accept

medical attention

until private zardini

is attended to first."

Uh, yes, now,

for this, could we--

uh, Ernie, could you just

come up here a bit,

and, you...Just turn.

Ah, yes, uh, good, good.

We'll--we'll do that

in just a minute.

Let's just

get this first,

and, uh--

yes, in closer.

Good, yes.

Ah, let's get one with

all the young gentlemen.

Now, just over against

this wall. If we--

Ernie, will you just, uh--

over here in the center.

And, yes, uh, nurse,

could you join him,

please? Right here.

That--that's fine.

If you'd rather

be there, that's ok.

And our--please.

And can we see heads

through there?

Stand up in the back

there, gentlemen.

There you go.

I suppose

congratulations

are in order.

Thanks.

Caracciolo:

your American troops

are to join us soon...

And there will be

a big push.

And I must leave

tomorrow

to set up a forward

surgical unit.

I was hoping...

We could have another drive

together before I go.

I'm sorry. I promised

two of the patients

that I would take them

on a small excursion.

Young Hemingway?

Maybe some other time.

I would like that.

[Counting quietly]

Can I talk to you?

Uhh.

I've lost count.

It's Harry.

I'm worried about him.

What is it?

He's a lot sicker

than he's letting on.

Oh, he is, is he?

Yeah.

1, 2, 3, 4...

In fact, I don't think

anybody realizes just...

How sick the poor fellow

really is.

And you do?

Mmm.

E-Ernie, don't--

please don't do that.

Sorry.

i just wanted to see

what it was made of.

Is it some kind

of cotton?

It's a chambray.

It must get warm

in the heat.

It does.

1, 2...

The thing I was

thinking is that...

It might not be

such a good idea

for him to come

on the picnic with us.

Ernie, please.

What are these, silk?

Cotton--cotton.

Ahem.

Anyways, I was--i was

thinking that if Harry

stayed here...

And we went on

without him, that...

He might be disappointed

for a while,

but, I think,

in the end,

it'd be best.

You do have

his best interests

at heart.

Believe me, I do.

Shall I tell him,

or will you?

Oh, i--i think...

Maybe you should--

you should leave that

up to me.

What's the matter, Ernie?

Cat got your tongue?

Andiamo.

Driver:
su.

Teresa:
fermo!

Fermo, per favore!

E' mio zio.

Questo e mio zio,

il padre di

Roberto zardini.

Vorrebbe dare

al signor Ernie

la mantella

di suo figlio.

Ernie, it's

Roberto zardini's father,

and--and that is

Roberto's cape.

Mia moglie ed io--

he wants me to have it?

Mm-hmm.

Mia moglie ed io la

ringraziamo per quello

che ha fatto.

Thank you,

signor zardini.

Grazie.

Please ask her if...

Uh--uh...

Roberto...

Lui...

E' morto.

Di--

di a tuo...

Uh...

Your uncle that...

Signor Ernie , um,

molto...

Ernest:
grazie.

H-honored...

Di--di ricevere...

Uh...

La mantella...

Di suo figlio.

E' molto onorato.

Grazie.

There's a hundred tiny

little fish down here

nibbling on my legs.

Lucky bastards.

If this was

walloon lake,

they'd be bass,

and I'd have reeled in

6 of them by now.

Agnes:
walloon?

It's in Michigan.

Someday,

I'll take you there.

I'll catch 'em.

You'll clean 'em.

We'll both eat 'em.

The day I clean a bass

will be the day

a one-legged,

big-headed boy

swims himself

across this lake.

Right.

Harry:
Ernie.

Ernie.

Ernie!

Ernie!

Ernest.

Ernie.

Ernie!

Can you swim?

I hope not.

Ernie, you--

[Ernest gasping

for breath]

Come on, Ernie--

ok, fine!

I'll clean--I'll clean--

I'll clean one fish.

Ernie?

Two!?

Fine, Ernie.

Ok, you win, Ernie.

I'll clean

all 6 stupid fish.

How many?

What?

How many?

6...

Fish.

All right.

[Ernest and Agnes laugh]

"I have a rendezvous

with death at some

disputed barricade.

When spring comes back

with rustling--"

et cetera, et cetera,

ad nauseam.

"I shall not fail

that rendezvous."

For god's sakes,

Ernie, every--

every freshman at Harvard

has that one memorized.

I can't imagine

what's sticking

in your craw.

Come on, you two.

You're both getting

on my nerves.

Harry:
now, are you

going to prance around

all afternoon

in a dead man's cape

like some third-rate

shakespearean actor?

Pardon me, old man,

but I carried him

across the damn

battlefield on my back.

And every time you

tell the story, it gets

bigger and bigger.

First, it was

20 yards, and then 50,

and now it's

the whole battlefield?

I'm leaving

if this does not stop.

Too bad, Harry. It must

have been tough for you

these last few weeks.

The rest of us shot up

or, at least, injured,

and you in the hospital

because you turned yellow.

Ernie, that was a stupid

and thoughtless

thing to say.

Whose side are you on,

anyway?

Whoever will put an end

to this ridiculous

argument.

I will, Agnes,

but just for you.

Are you going to ride back

with us peacefully?

I'd rather walk.

Walk, then.

Come on, Harry.

Well, Ernie, it looks

as though the best man

has been granted

the lady's favor after all.

Oh, you're right, Harry,

and it was granted to me

the other night...

In her bed.

All right, girls,

lift it up.

De long:
We're

trying to get it

straight, Rosie.

Man:

congratulate, Ernie!

Congratulate, Ernie!

[Distant artillery fire]

Caracciolo:
we have

to keep...Quiet.

American surgeon:

He's good.

And, uh, I'll come back--

who knows...

Agnes, quietly:

I think so.

[Hoarsely]

i hope...

I--i can't hear you.

I hope...

I hope? I hope...

Everyone...

Is...

All right...

There.

There? there.

[Distant klaxon horn]

Jimmy, I'm terribly

sorry. The other--

I'm afraid the other

patients have arrived,

so I'm going

to have to leave.

Jimmy:
you...

Will...

Send it...

Won't you?

I promise. I'll be back

as soon as I can.

We're getting more

than we thought.

Go get the doctor.

We'll be using

all the beds.

We need wheelchairs.

Nurse:
yes,

miss de long.

Listen, I need to talk.

Kid, this is

not the time.

I've been such an idiot.

It's over, isn't it,

you and me?

I made a mess out of it,

and now you're never

going to forgive me.

Let's move the patients

into bed carefully

but quickly, everyone,

and get these stretchers

out of here.

Burton:
nurse?

All right, son.

What is it, Burton?

Bathroom.

I'll take you.

De long:
Put the amputee

in bed 22.

I want the doctor

to see him first.

And the head wound

in 20--

be sure to keep him

covered...

[Bottles clatter]

Oh, dio santo.

Aiuto!

Aiuto, a morto!

Dead!

Jimmy dead!

Agnes:
kid, go away.

What's that?

It's the letter that

Jimmy was dictating.

"Dear mom and dad,

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