We Were Strangers Page #7

or in a year.

We can't depend on that.

We can't pull out now.

But the others are willing.

They're sick of it, too.

I can see it in their faces.

Maybe they are, right now.

But they'd feel different in a few days.

They'd see all the things

that made them join us unchanged.

The President in his palace.

The fear in the streets.

Every one of them would know

they had a chance to get rid of all that.

You'd feel it, too.

More than any of the others, you'd feel it.

I know you're right, Tony.

Even as I was talking,

I knew that it was hopeless.

Miss Valdez.

Sit down.

When was the last time

Mr. Anthony L. Fenner was in this bank?

To my knowledge, he has not been here

in over two weeks.

Do you know about his connection

with the revolutionary party?

Certainly not.

Is this man Fenner your lover?

I'm sorry, Miss Valdez.

There's nothing I can do.

This is a government matter.

- Answer the question.

- He is not my lover.

- What is he to you then?

- He is an acquaintance. A friend, perhaps.

What do you know about him,

about his personal life?

Nothing. He has told me

very little about himself.

And his business?

I know only that he is here

looking for talent.

I have not been interested enough

to pry into his affairs.

You're lying.

You know as well as I that Fenner

is the agent of a group of terrorists...

operating against our government

from Miami and New York.

He has been paid to come down here

to murder and cause unrest.

I cannot believe that.

It is not important what you believe.

What I am telling you are facts.

Fenner is not an American.

His name is Antonio Luis Ferrer

and he was born right here in Havana.

He may own an American passport,

but he's a Cuban.

He will be tried by our courts and our laws.

And he will be shot as a traitor

by a Cuban firing squad.

Perhaps the rifles will be American,

but that is all.

Where is he? Where is this criminal?

- I tell you I have not seen him.

- That's a lie!

You're shielding him

because he is your lover.

- Seor...

- I will ask for your help when I need it.

Until then, I advise you not to interfere.

I am tired playing games with you,

Seorita Valdez.

I have wasted too much time already.

You will either talk or we will make you.

I had forgotten.

You are a man of sentiment, of honor.

You do not know what fear is.

You are brave enough to attack any woman.

Get up!

What you need is a touch of the whip,

a heavy touch! Get up!

Now listen to me.

I will say this once and not again.

I know if Fenner is in Havana...

he will communicate with you

or he will come to see you.

When he does, you will say nothing to him.

You will simply call this number.

If you choose to disobey these orders

you will answer with your life.

Get back to work, all of you,

or you will find yourselves in the Morro!

I'm sorry, Miss Valdez. I couldn't help.

I'm a foreigner here.

It does not matter. He didn't hurt me.

China?

- Yes?

- Chinita, get up.

- What is the matter?

- Nothing.

Come with me.

- My turn to dig?

- No.

I think we're all finished with the digging.

- What's that, Tony?

- It looks like we hit the Contreras tomb.

- This is not a joke, is it, Tony?

- No, I'm not joking.

I think we're there.

You go across the street, Guillermo.

Take your hammer and strike it against

the south wall of the Contreras tomb.

I just want to make certain. Come on.

The killers of Vicente Contreras

are still at large in Havana.

It is the duty of every citizen

to help the police in their search.

The President will not rest...

until the murderers have paid for this crime

with their lives.

A warning to the citizens of Havana.

Martial law has been declared in this city.

Any unauthorized persons

found in the streets at night...

will be immediately arrested.

A warning to the citizens of Havana.

Withholding information from the police...

as to the whereabouts of the assassins

of Vicente Contreras...

will be punished by death.

A warning to the citizens of Havana.

Martial law has been declared in this city.

Any unauthorized persons

found in the streets at night...

will be immediately arrested.

A warning to the citizens of Havana.

Withholding information from the police...

as to the whereabouts of the

assassins of Vicente Contreras...

will be punished by death.

Will be punished by death.

The killers of Vicente Contreras...

Our Cuban tobacco makes the best cigars.

It is the duty of every citizen

to help the police in their search.

Good afternoon.

- You're the bomb maker?

- That is right.

You are very lucky I am here.

The last three days I have spent

with the Porra.

Days and nights without sleep.

Ten questions every minute.

I have not lied so much

since my wife went to live with her mother.

You can all help. Stand that up, please.

A few shovelfuls of earth and the dynamite.

- I hope you have kept these dry.

- I think they're all right.

Well, we'll soon see.

Have you heard of the raid

at the factory at Luyano yesterday?

The workers put up quite a fight.

Two Porristas were killed...

and for this,

the factory was burned to the ground.

When the workers ran out, they were shot.

- Where are the caps?

- Here.

In Vedado, they shot a 1 7-year-old girl...

only because she opened her window

while they were passing.

But their time is coming, you will see.

The day is not far off.

There are those even in the organization

who feel...

the killing of Contreras was a big mistake.

But I say it brought the Porra

out into the open.

Everyone knows them now,

their names and their faces.

What of the funeral tomorrow?

Do they expect a large crowd?

There will be no funeral in Colon Cemetery.

- Contreras is to be buried at Camguey.

- What?

He is to be buried in Camguey.

- It's a lie.

- What is the matter with you?

- It's a lie.

- What is a lie?

- He's going to be buried here in Havana!

- No, my friend.

Here, I will show you, in the paper,

on the front page.

Forget the bomb.

- What?

- Get out.

- All right. If you like. I don't understand.

- Get out.

Good afternoon.

"It has just been learned

that the bereaved sisters...

"Luisa and Manuela, have decided

to lay their martyred brother to rest...

"in a quiet place in Camguey.

"The Seoritas Contreras,

prostrate with grief...

"declare it is their intention

never again to return to Havana.

"All over Cuba, flags will be flown

at half-mast...

"for the remainder of this week."

All this has been for nothing.

We are not finished yet. Listen to me.

We have the bomb.

We can take it to the palace in a car.

Tony, let me do it.

Please, Tony. I'll take the bomb.

Let me do it.

Shut up.

We've failed. There isn't anything we can do.

Two old ladies change their minds

and it's all over, like that.

I'm sorry I ever came back to Cuba.

That is not right, Tony.

A soldier who loses a battle does not

curse himself for having gone to war.

Most of them do.

There is no reason why you should

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