We Were Strangers Page #8

blame yourself, Tony.

What happened is something

we could not prevent.

Now you must get out of Cuba,

if only to protect us.

You're the only one the Porristas

know about so far. Should they take you...

Don't worry.

I won't be the one to give you away.

But why should we run any risk?

I have a cousin who has a charter boat

at Cojimar.

He has saved many of our friends

from the Porra.

He is less of a patriot than a businessman.

He would want 1,000 pesos, even for me.

These are hard times, amigos.

We could raise the money among us.

- It will take a little while, but...

- He must leave at once.

I will go to the bank and get the money.

You can write a check

on your account, Tony.

There will be no one to claim

that you did not make a withdrawal yourself.

When can you make the arrangements

with your cousin at Cojimar?

- I will go there right away.

- Good.

I will have the money by tomorrow night.

- What about the rest of you?

- We have no choice. We're in this thing.

We couldn't get out if we wanted to.

We'll go on with the fight as best we can.

- Goodbye, Tony.

- Goodbye, Toto.

Why is it when you go to say

what you have in your heart...

you always feel like a fool?

Tony, there is a small inn

next to the pier at Cojimar.

Go there tomorrow morning

before it is light.

Ask for Gregorio. He will take you to a room.

- My cousin will meet you there.

- All right.

I came here a month ago.

I did not know anyone.

Five names, that is all.

China, Tony...

Toto, Miguel, and Ramon.

We started working together.

We became friends.

Pretty soon there was nothing

outside this place.

It was my whole world, and it seemed as if...

we six were the only people alive.

Now it is finished, that world.

We will not see each other again.

Adios, Tony.

The pier at Cojimar, the back door, at night.

That's the way my father left this country

10 years ago. I was just a kid.

I couldn't understand why he took it

so hard. He was getting out alive.

I stood next to him on deck.

The old man cried.

I was ashamed to be his son.

It shows you how dumb a kid can be.

But now I know how he felt that night.

That's why I don't want to get on that boat.

- You must, Tony.

- Yeah, sure.

It's the least I can do for you and the others.

Listen to me, Tony.

We have failed, yes, and it is hard to fail.

But it is not a disgrace.

It is only disgraceful not to try.

Before I left the States, I raised $1 2,000,

not for me, but for Cuba.

And it wasn't donated

by a bunch of exiled millionaires.

I got it from the people

up in Spanish Harlem.

Small-time musicians, rumba dancers,

old men who work in cigar factories...

waiters, busboys, the people I grew up with.

I took more than they could afford to give.

They were glad, for they thought

I could help get their country back.

I've got to go back

and tell them it didn't work.

That I spent their money saving the hide

of Tony Fenner.

And that the politicos still own Cuba.

They'll look at me and say to themselves:

"He doesn't look any the worse for wear."

They'll be right.

A man who really fights doesn't return

in a clean suit...

like a traveling salesman

with a briefcase full of orders.

Do you think it would help anyone

if you died?

Maybe it would help me.

When you say that you would rather die

than face those people, it is pride talking.

The wrong kind of pride.

How you feel does not matter.

Nothing about you matters to Cuba,

only the failure itself.

I'm not thinking about Cuba.

I'm thinking about me.

Think about us, Tony.

We have lost much, but not everything.

We are not important, like the country,

but we have some importance.

And we are going to prove it, together.

I will meet you at Cojimar tomorrow night

and we will begin there.

I shall love you forever, Tony.

Mr. Seymour, something has come up.

- I wonder if I may go home now?

- Yes. That's quite all right, Miss Valdez.

Thank you.

China, Mr. Seymour wants to see you.

- Will you do something for me?

- Anything you ask.

Take this envelope to Cojimar.

It is most urgent.

- Cojimar?

- Yes. The caf next to the pier.

- Ask for Gregorio.

- Gregorio.

Give him this. A man's life depends on it.

Police Department?

You must realize that being a foreign bank...

we cannot become involved

in political matters.

Especially one as serious as the search

for Mr. Fenner.

This check, written by him

and endorsed by you...

implicates you directly.

Much as I regret it, your position here

must terminate as of today.

I'm sorry, Miss Valdez, but I have no choice.

I understand, Mr. Seymour.

- Goodbye, Miss Valdez. Good luck.

- Goodbye.

I waited for you at Cojimar. What happened?

- Didn't Roberto get there with the money?

- I was waiting for you.

- You didn't think I'd leave without you?

- You should have.

The boat is still there.

It is too late, Tony. They're here.

The teller called Ariete

when I cashed your check.

They thought I had the money on me

and that I would lead them to you.

And that is what I have done.

Come on.

- Should we give ourselves up?

- Either way we will die.

It is better to die here than in the Morro.

Seorita Valdez, open the door!

Get in the kitchen.

Seorita Valdez,

open in the name of the law!

Stay back.

We're running out, Tony.

When I give the word, go down to the cellar.

Get dynamite out of the bomb...

and get the fuses.

All the dynamite you can carry.

Yes, Tony.

Now!

Cover the rear.

Short bursts.

Stay close to me, China.

I want to make up for all the years

I didn't know you.

What's that? The bells.

Listen. Why are the bells ringing?

What can it mean?

Live the revolution!

Down with Ariete!

Down with tyrants.

Down with Ariete!

China, we win!

The people win! The revolution wins!

The Presidente has run away

with the soldiers!

The Presidente has run away

with the police!

Everyone has run away except the people!

My people!

Viva, my people! Viva Cuba!

Guillermo.

Dear God!

It's bad to die five minutes too soon.

No, Guillermo.

They only think they killed him.

He's out there in the streets.

The people are singing on his breast.

Whenever I hear people singing,

I'll hear your voice.

Whenever I see joy in their faces,

I'll see you.

You'll be in their legs when they dance.

You'll be in their eyes

when they give thanks to God.

In nineteen hundred and thirty-three

Tony Fenner died for me

Now I have one brother less

But I have got my liberty

But I have got my liberty

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