In Love and War Page #6

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How'd you feel about

being the first American--

thank you, ma'am--

about being

the first American

wounded in Italy?

Well, I would have

much rather been

the last.

[Laughing]

You must be very proud

of him, Mrs. Hemingway.

Ernest was a hero

to this family long

before he went to war.

How exactly

were you wounded?

Like I said, I was

just fooling around

in the trenches.

I'm sorry, folks,

that's enough.

I have patients

scheduled.

Just one more question,

Dr. Hemingway.

Did you fall for any

of those Italian beauties,

Ernie?

No, but I met just

about the best-looking

American girl

you ever saw over there.

Can we have her name?

Mrs. Hemingway,

soon as the war ends.

[Chuckles]

Woman:
another one

for you, Charlotte.

Ernest:
so I told the folks

all about us.

Just know you'll

win them round,

the moment you arrive.

Once we're married,

I'm sure pops will

let us live in his cabin

on walloon lake.

Imagine. you'll be

making the old place

spick-and-span,

while I write great works.

I haven't heard

from you in over a week,

so I just hope that

you're safe and well.

Hey, Ernie! Ernie!

Wait, let's see them

again, Ernie.

Ernie, wait!

[Car horn blares]

[Dog barking]

Wait!

Let's see them again,

Ernie.

Hi, Joe.

How many of them

went in you?

Just like these.

Nothing from Italy.

Sorry, Ernie.

I can't complain.

She sends me

a telegram practically

every other day.

First all I knew

was buon giorno,

but now, your poor brother

has to sit through

my conjugation of verbs.

Agnes seems to live

only in the present.

She has trouble

with the past tense,

perfetto e imperfetto.

Firmato,

signor conte.

I like to concentrate

on the here and now.

Amici miei.

My dears, I have

wonderful news.

The armistice

has been signed.

[Bells pealing outside]

The war is over.

Now I suppose that

the red cross will post

you back to America.

Hmm.

Is that to be

your future?

Oh, I don't know,

domenico.

May have

to give it up.

But why? Medicine

is your life

as it is mine.

Hmm.

May I say something?

Of course.

I--

look.

Oh.

[Domenico laughing]

I was going to say

I've never worked

with a more

gifted nurse.

I would hate

to give it up.

Hey! e' finita!

Over there will be

the maternity ward,

and there

the operating room.

Wonderful.

Where I will be able

to do the, um...

Taglio cesareo

and other surgery

when needed.

It's exciting.

Of course, it will

be not so impressive

like your

Saint John Hopkins,

but it will be done

with love.

Why is it,

signorina Agnes,

I can perform

6 hours of surgery

without

the slightest fear,

and now...

And now mi sto

morendo di paura.

Excuse me.

We should be going now.

I'm sorry

i brought you here.

No, no. Wait.

In fondo cosa

che io voglio

domandarvi se...

[Sighs]

I'm sorry.

What I'm asking, Agnes,

is...

Will do you me the honor

to be my wife?

Presto, presto!

Presto!

I'm sure miss Von kurowsky

has told you

we will miss you all

very much.

You've done

a wonderful job.

Bravo.

Agnes!

The porters need

to know which transport

your bags go on.

You have to make up

your mind.

Going to venice.

De long:
Come along,

everyone that's going.

Let's go.

No...

No, I don't know.

I--i--i don't--

I don't know

what to do.

[Sighs]

I can't stop

thinking about him.

The kid?

Agnes...

Mmm.

Come on.

Just see it

for what it was.

A flirtation.

[Chuckles]

Maybe even a fling,

but that is all

that it was.

Oh, Mac, it was...

It was more than

just a fling.

I told him

i would marry him.

You can't marry

Ernest Hemingway.

I mean...He's a child.

You never liked him

much, did you?

No.

Oh...

No. I liked him fine,

and I think he's

as good-looking as sin,

but, my god, aggie...

He is not a husband.

But whatever you decide...

I'm with you all the way.

Oh, Mac.

I can't bear

the thought

of you leaving.

And once again,

you are right.

I must start thinking

with my head.

Agnes:
dear kid...

This is the most

difficult letter

I've ever had to write.

And I'm afraid it's going

to hurt you a great deal.

But Dr. caracciolo

has offered me

a wonderful opportunity

to help him set up

a new hospital here.

And he's also asked me

to marry him,

and I have agreed

to consider this.

What I do have

to recognize, though,

is that you and i

are years apart,

and it would be

so very wrong of me

to tie you down

when there are so many

stories yet to write.

So after a long think

by myself,

I have decided

that our relationship

must come to an end.

Mrs. Hemingway:
Ernie!

Ernie, what's happened?

[Knocking on door]

Ernie!

Ernie, open this door,

do you hear?

I'm going to get

your father!

[Crying]

Agnes, my brother

has waited a long time

to find true love.

I do hope

you will say yes.

You could be

so happy here.

May I?

I love to dance.

[Waltz playing]

Dolce Agnes...

Having you in my arms

make this the most beautiful

waltz in the world.

[Car horn honks]

Man:
taxi. Taxi.

Good day, ma'am.

I believe there's

a reservation for...

Excuse me.

Agnes, how great

to see you.

You too, Harry.

Won't you...

Thank you.

You look so grown up.

I must say, a suit

looks much better on you

than a pair of pajamas.

You look

just as beautiful.

I, uh, I took the Liberty

of ordering a chianti

for old times' sake.

Uh, may I?

For old times' sake.

Feels more like

a hundred years than...

8 months, is it, since

we saw each other last?

Do you remember?

Certainly. you were...

Giving front-line advice

to the lovelorn.

Which I, uh, understood

you didn't take.

I'd, uh...I'd heard you'd

married the good doctor,

but i--i don't see

a wedding ring.

No, no, I didn't

marry domenico.

I think I've made

a mess of things all

the way around, Harry.

How did you hear

i was married?

How do you think?

I heard through an angry,

gin-soaked voice

over the telephone

at 3:
00 in the morning.

Do you ever see him?

No.

But I get raging,

rambling letters from him,

mostly about you.

He's very angry.

He has every right

to be.

Where is he?

Well, he's at walloon lake.

Trying his hand

at scribbling.

Living off his old man,

if you ask me.

Do you mind

if I ask you something?

Hmm.

Do you love him?

Did you ever tell him?

Yes.

But I don't think

he heard.

Don't you think

it might be a good idea

to tell him now?

Catch any bass?

What are you

doing here?

There are some things

that needed to be said.

I just hope

it's not too late.

Do you want a drink?

[Ahem]

all right.

In that case,

I'll have one, too.

How's your leg?

Is that a personal or

a professional question?

Ernie--

absent friends.

Do you remember dottie?

She...she married

burnside...

Of all people.

And Rosie?

Rosie ran off

with Larkin.

Mac said

if I see you again,

i should say hello.

As you'd expect,

she's still

with the red cross.

It's, uh...

She's nursing in Cuba.

Birdseed. never liked him.

Pompous ass.

Are you in touch

with any of the boys?

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