A Farewell to Arms (1957) - full transcript

Frederick Henry, an American serving as a volunteer ambulance driver with the Italian forces in the First World War, is wounded and falls in love with his attending nurse, the British Catherine Barkley. In the midst of war and some intrigue, the pair struggles to stay together and to survive the horrors around them.

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The war had slowed down
during the winter...

but the troops still marched
with heavily loaded cartridge boxes...

bulging forward under their capes...

as though they were
six months gone with child.

Our unit was still stationed in the town
where we had been since autumn.

I was very glad the Austrians seemed
to want to come back sometime...

because they did not
bombard it to destroy it...

but only a little,
in a military way.

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Federico, we miss you.

- Hi, Bonello.
- Look who's back. Signor Lieutenant.

Car's in good shape?
How's this one?

Is okay.
Okay number one.

- Been having any trouble with the war?
- No.

Here in Orsino the ambulance company
has no trouble with the war.

But up there the war is bad.

- Always bad.
- Yeah, I know how you feel.

Give me my hat.
I go play with the girls.

Show me the girls, and I go play.

I see nothing has changed.

How are you, Passini?
And you, Aymo?

Still causing trouble?

I, Signor Lieutenant?
It is Passini who keeps moaning.

You know what he told me
about you yesterday?

He said, "The lieutenant,
he don't come back."

He's wrong.

I said you don't come back
because Americans...

they too smart.

Not all of them maybe.

Think I'll check in. Looks like
you get along better without me.

No, it's better to have
an officer to complain about.

Here, take these things
in Signor Lieutenant's quarters.

Come in.

Lieutenant Henry
reporting back for duty, sir.

You will never learn.
It's not like this. Like this.

You're back in good time.

We expect to get a road through
the snow in a few weeks, and then-

we move.

- Glad you're back, Lieutenant.
- Thank you, Major Stampi.

Your chess has improved, Doctor.

God must have heard
my prayers for you.

- Check.
- Oh!

What do you say, Father, if after you die
you find out there is no God?

I shall keep the bad news to myself, Major.

- Behold!
- Hey!

The puppy returns.

Did you have a nice permission, Federico?
You are looking very well.

Lying is a sin, Father. Lieutenant Henry
looks terrible. One more kiss...

- No.
- And he'd fall apart.

What's new? I hear from Major Stampi
we're almost ready to go.

Yes. Soon we march up
the Alps, down the Alps...

capture Austria
and finish the war.

Hmm. By God's mercy.

Ah! A stubborn fellow.

Two years in the war, and he still pretends
there is a God of mercy.

- A coffee?
- No. No, thanks.

Did you see much of interest, Federico?

- Well, I, uh-I saw some fine churches, Father.
- From the outside, I hope.

Perhaps someday when you have time,
Federico, you'll enter one.

God is patient.

Tell me, did you go fishing in Abruzzi,
and did you see my family?

I, uh-

I'm sorry, Father.
I meant to go to the Abruzzi, but...

things came up in Naples and-

- Well.
- We'll go together someday.

- Ah.
- Perhaps Rini will go with us.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

Unbelievers are sometimes
devout fishermen.

How are things
at the hospital, Rini?

Since you went away, nothing Jaundice
and pneumonia, a few self-inflicted wounds.

And, of course,
venereal diseases.

Always harder to evade
than enemy bullets.

But tell me,
I can wait no longer.

What kind of a time did you have?

Oh. Great.

- Many beautiful girls?
- Ah, tut, tut, tut.

- Enough.
- Ha. At your age, I never spoke that word.

I think perhaps we should finish
our game tomorrow, Major.

You are a good priest,
Father Galli, but still a priest.

I shall be happy
to beat you tomorrow.

Till tomorrow, Major.

So long, Father.

Now, where did you go and what
did you do? Tell me everything it was.

I went everywhere. Milan, Florence,
Rome, Naples, Taormina.

You talk like a timetable. Tell me,
where was the most beautiful adventure?

- Uh, Milan.
- Ah. Maybe because it was first.

She played the piano-mmm- beautifully.

Ha! There is nothing like talent.

I remember in Verona once,
a lady artist-

a contortionist-

Ah, shut up.

I bore my friend.
Forgive me.

However, I have something of interest.

Here we have a big improvement
in the war situation.

- Hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

We have beautiful English girls.

Wonderful. - Yes, the British have
opened a new hospital near Orsino.

I am now in love with one
of the nurses, Miss Barkley.

I have even thought of
marrying Miss Barkley...

but I must confess,
she has one drawback.

Her attitude is uncooperative.

You must be slipping.

No, but she is very strange, very moody.

Who knows.
She might even prefer you to me.

You will meet her tomorrow.
Have you any money?

- Mm-hmm.
- Fifty lire?

In my wallet.

I must make on Miss Barkley the impression
of a man of sufficient wealth.

You are my great and good friend
and financial protector.

Don't overdo it.

In case I change my mind
about Miss Barkley...

I will need this for the Villa Rosa.

Poor girls.
They have missed me.

Mmm. You and 50 lire.

And you-
Carmelina told me.

"If Federico does not come back soon,
we hang the Villa Rosa in black bunting."

Oh, shut up about dames.

I can see you had
a successful vacation.

Two new ones.

England is a great country.

- Good morning, miss.
- Good morning.

I would like-Excuse me.

Miss Barkley?
Good morning.

Good morning, Major.

May I present my young American friend,
Lieutenant Frederic Henry.

How do you do?


Isn't it rather odd for an American
to be in the Italian army?

It's not really the army.
It's only the ambulance.

Oh, the ambulance is a very
important service. It's...

It's very odd though.
Why did you do it?

Oh, I missed out on a job
as war correspondent.

I didn't particularly want to kill anybody,
so I tried the Red Cross...

to have a look.

To have a look?

- Yes, I may want to do some writing.
- For me-

They assigned me
to the auto ambulance.

- End of story.
- With me, it's a different story.

I am a lover of mankind.

- Major Rinaldi.
- Yes?

Dr. Gates would like very much
to see you if you have the time.

Yes, I have time.
Will you pardon me?

Will you follow me, please, Doctor?

With pleasure.

What's the stick?

It belonged to a boy
who was killed last year.

Oh, I'm sorry. I...

He was a very nice boy.

He was going to marry me, and he was killed
in the Somme. - Ah, it was a mean battle.

His mother sent me the little stick.

They returned it with his things.

- W ere you engaged long?
- Eight years. We grew up together.

- Why didn't you marry him?
- I don't know.

I was a fool not to.

Have you ever loved anyone?

Off and on.

You have beautiful hair.

I was going to cut it all off
when he died.

That would have been a shame.

I wanted to do something for him.

He could have had anything
he wanted if I had known.

I would have married him
or-or anything.

I didn't because I thought it would be worse
for him to go to war if we were lovers.

Then, of course, he was killed.
That was the end of it.

Oh. I don't know.

Oh, yes. That's the end of it.

It's very beautiful here.

Is it true they're going to
have an offensive?

- So I've heard.
- Then we'll have some work.

There's no work now.

You done nursing long?

Since the end of '15.

I started when he did.

I remember having a silly idea he might
come to the hospital where I was...

with a saber cut, I suppose,
and a bandage round his head.

Doesn't happen like that.

No. He didn't have a saber cut.

They blew him all to bits.

- Do you suppose it will always go on?
- No.

- W hat's to stop it?
- It'll crack somewhere.

It really doesn't matter.
We die anyway.

It takes a while.

You think so?

Will you excuse me?
I have to go now.

Miss Barkley.

I have been thinking
about Miss Barkley.

She has beauty and mystery,
but she is not for us.

Miss Barkley is not only a woman.
She is a problem.

It is not a good mixture.

Your lectures throw me off.

Well, gentlemen.

I have news. Tomorrow morning
at "X" hour, rain or shine, we advance.

We advance in the morning, and here I am
wasting my time with a billiard ball.

Come, puppy.
With this news, in half an hour...

it will be impossible to get into
the Villa Rosa with a shoehorn.

You go on.
I'm not in the mood.

This is madness. Tomorrow night
you will be in the Alps freezing.

You'll need a few warm memories.

I am stupid. The British.

You are going to call on Miss Barkley
in spite of all my warnings.

- Father Galli, I need your help.
- Yes, Major.

Please tell our young friend...

that if he sees Miss Barkley three times,
he'll have to marry her.

Tell him.
It is a British law.

And that is not all.
After marriage, children.

There is no end to the disasters
the British can bring down on our Federico.

I am hardly in a position
to discourage marriage, Major.

Are you coming, puppy?
I offer you a last reprieve.

I'll see you tomorrow,
in the parade.

All right.

But if all does not go well...

you know where I am.

- Good night, gentlemen.
- Goodnight, Major.

Miss Barkley will be down directly.

Thank you very much.

They, uh, look like a mausoleum.

What did you say?

I said these busts look like a cemetery.

Bad for the patients,
I should think.

I think the busts are rather handsome.

By the way, Lieutenant,
I assume you know that our girls...

are not permitted to leave the
grounds during the evening. - Oh?

The Italians do not approve of women
being so near the front.

Oh, well, that's pretty
silly of them, isn't it?


I'm inclined to think they're quite right.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Miss Barkley.

Is there any place we can go?


Well, I'd-I'd like to see you.

Well, I-I suppose
we could walk in the garden.

Unless it rains.

Well, it's not raining now.

How stupid.

Thank you.

They certainly have
difficult rules for you nurses.

I'm not really a nurse.
I-I'm something called V.A.D.

Well, what's the difference?

A nurse is like a doctor.
It takes a long time to be one.

A V.A.D. is a shortcut...
For war only.

A lot of things are for war only.

Why did you want to see me?

Isn't that rather obvious?

You mean... to have a look?

Well, you're nice looking at.

Frankly, I didn't like
your attitude about the war.

Some people joined up
for other reasons.

You mean a better world and all that?

Yes. Seems rather foolish
to you, doesn't it?

You mustn't take things too hard.
It's a short life at best.

- Yes, I think that too.
- Then why not enjoy it?

Let's drop the war.

It's very hard.
There's no place to drop it.

- Well, let's drop it anyway.
- Please.

- Why not?
- It's so meaningless.

- No, it's not.
- People who don't even know each other.

- I don't like it. I never have.
- Oh, please.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I'm dreadfully sorry. I...

I just couldn't stand the-

the nurse's evening off aspect of it.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I did hurt you, didn't I?

No harm done.
It's happened before.

Oh, you poor man.

You mean girls usually slap you.

Well, not always.

And you don't mind when they do?

It's more interesting when they don't.

Especially when they're
as beautiful as you are.

You don't have to say
a lot of nonsense.

I said I was sorry.

I suppose I might have waited
until we knew each other.

If only there'd been time.

- You're leaving?
- We all are.

- When?
- In the morning.

It's raining.

This is closer.

- You're trembling.
- It's nothing.

- What is it?
- It's nothing. Really.

Tell me.

It's only that I've-

I've always been afraid of the rain.


- I don't know.
- Tell me.

Don't make me.

Tell me.


I'm afraid of the rain because
sometimes I see myself dead in it.

Hold me.

Say "I've come back to
Catherine in the night."

I've come back to Catherine
in the night.

Oh, darling, you have come back,
haven't you?

- Yes.
- I love you so, and...

it's been awful.

It's very funny, really-
happening to me like this.

Not with someone I loved
for years and years...

but with someone I've just met.

A stranger.

Your name is Frederic Henry, isn't it?

Don't talk that way, please.
You're so sweet.

You don't have to play any games
or say anything foolish.

I'm not playing any games.
I'm in love with you.

I wasn't kissing you.

I thought-

It sounds mad. I...

I thought he'd come back to me
in the night.

Catherine, darling.


You don't pronounce it
very much alike.

But you're a very nice boy.

I'm glad you're so nice.

But you don't have to pretend you love me.
That's over for the evening.

I'm not pretending. - You see, I-
I'm not mad, and I-I'm not gone off.

It's-It's only a little sometimes.

Now you can go off to war
and forget all about this.

I'll come back to you.

Please, you make it worse.

I hope the advance
is not too difficult...

and that you don't get hurt.


Don't go away like this.

Good night.

I'm sorry, puppy, but we must leave.

Lieutenant Henry.

Lieutenant Henry!

- Lieutenant Henry!
- Take the wheel.

Come back for me.
Promise you'll come back.

- I promise.
- Promise you won't let anything happen to you.

Good-bye, darling.
I'll be waiting.

I'll be waiting.

We're liable to be up
in these hills a long time.

Poor baby.
It will seem longer to you.

Do you think we have to
capture all the Alps?

You sound as if Miss Barkley
had been very cooperative.

- Shut up.
- Tell me. It will make you feel better.

- Did she-
- Shut up.

You will see. I am a man
of extreme delicacy. Did she-

If you want to be my friend, shut up.

I don't want to be your friend.
I am your friend.

An envious woman.

It's a long time since I had anyone
to say good-bye to.

They slow down.

Maybe they change their mind.

- You think they like to attack?
- No, nobody likes to attack.

- I like to attack.
- Then you are stupid.

Hey, the great Passini reads books,
knows everything.

- Better than knowing nothing.
- Shh. Everybody's stupid.

Fighting is stupid.

- The war is stupid.
- He's right.

He's right.
What are we doing here?

The field hospital,
Signor Lieutenant.

There's your sawmill, Doctor.

Good luck up there.

See you again, Major.

Bonello, I'll drive for a while.
Passini, you and Aymo hop in the back.

Is good, the blessing, no?

It can't hurt.

Turn the ambulances around before
you come in. Better fill the gas tanks too.

- Yes, sir.
- Hey, we ought to clean the plugs.

Yes. That will win the war.

Very fine.
We sleep in the snow.

Beg your pardon, Captain.

- Thought I'd come up and have a look.
- Our front lines are just below.

The enemy is on that ridge facing us.


They're trying to get our supply depot.

I'd better get down.
Looks like we'll be busy.

Take the cable car.


Get the ambulances ready!

Passini, open those doors!

Take it easy, Passini.

Shoot. Stop it. Stop it.

Lieutenant Henry. Lieutenant Henry.
Are you all right?


Mother of God.
Mother of God!

Shut up. Give me a hand.

Put Signor Lieutenant on the bottom.
Put the other man on the top. On the top.

- Does it hurt?
- No. Let's go.

Hold on, Lieutenant.
We go fast.

- Bonello! Hey, Bonello!
- What's the matter, Lieutenant?

The man over me has a hemorrhage.

Better I go fast, Signor Lieutenant.
We're not far from the hospital.

How is the man on top,
Signor Lieutenant?

- He's dead, I think.
- Almost there.

- How are you, baby?
- What do you think?

The pain hasn't started yet.

A good thing to know.

A present for you, puppy-

The best cognac in Italy.

What's happening with the mountain?
We taken it yet?

50,000 Italians are now
freezing triumphantly on its top.

Ho, ho, Father Galli's here
with his breath of heaven.

- Hello, Federico.
- Hello, Father.

- Our puppy is going to be all right.
- Ah. I am happy to hear that.

I have other good news.

Lieutenant Henry will be moved to
the new American Hospital in Milan.

No, Rini.
I want to be sent to Orsino.

It is not in my hands.

All wounded Americans
have been ordered to Milan.

Why shouldn't you want to be-


I am very stupid.

It is not geography-

It is Miss Barkley.

- I'm going to Orsino.
- Relax.

I will see what can be done.

Between Father Galli and me,
we will move heaven and Earth...

to send Miss Barkley to Milan.

- Orderly.
- Yes, Major.

Lieutenant Henry is the illegitimate son
of President Wilson.

Keep the bugs off him.

You are not in pain?

Feels better.

I will pray for your quick recovery.

I hope he hears you.

He hears if you love him.

Perhaps from Milano you'll go home.

You too.
To the Abruzzi country.

Next time, I'll join you there.

Yes. We'll go fishing together
in a stream below our house.

There's a river up in Wisconsin.

There are fine rivers everywhere.

In Abruzzi perhaps some of the best.

And the people-

kind, with a smile for God.

The springtime is the most
beautiful in Italy.

But the fall is even more lovely.

Sleep well, my friend.

And may God bring you to your river.

Get the porter.

Where did he go?

Oh, there you are.

Yeah. Big surprise!

Help me, eh?

Ow! That's my sore leg, you fool!

Excuse me.

- Easy. Easy.
- Watch what you're doing.

Excuse me.

- Hey.
- Go easy.

Don't worry.
We get you upstairs.


Easy now. Oh!

He won't fit.

Oh. You got to put the leg down.

- I can't.
- I'll help you.

No. No.

No! Hey! Stop it.

He fits now.

Sorry, Lieutenant. No room.

My leg. Put my leg UP-

Americans a lot of trouble.

You got any idea
where you're going?

I think they have some beds up here.

Nobody here.
What do we do?

- I'll find somebody.
- Good idea!

Ah. Here she is.

- Lieutenant Henry?
- Yeah.

You're our first patient. Your doctor
in Orsino notified me of your coming.

I'm Miss Van Campen, hospital
superintendent. - How do you do?

- This is Miss Ferguson.
- How do you do?


The room at the end of the hall, porter.

Are there any other nurses here?

Just Miss Ferguson and myself.
I think we're quite enough for one patient.

- Do you expect any other nurses?
- Just the two of us.

That bed.

- Ow!
- You fool!

Come on.

Sorry Lieutenant.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. Sorry.

- Get out.
- Sorry, Lieutenant.

Get out of here!

Undress and bathe him, Miss Ferguson.

And bring a nightgown for him.

- I'll undress and bathe myself, thank you.
- Nonsense.

- Would you like to use the bedpan?
- No.

- When's the doctor get here?
- When he gets back.

We've telephoned to Lake Como for him.

- I'm hungry. How's the food?
- We find it quite satisfactory.

- Can I have wine with my meals?
- No!

Open your mouth.
Let's see how sick you really are.

I'm not sick.
I'm wounded.

I need a drink. Why can't I have one
before the doctor gets here?

Because I said absolutely not.

Now that's rather infantile.

Turn him over, Miss Ferguson.

Let's see if he can break it that way.

- Did you get it?
- Yes, sir.

I ran the blockade.

- Now, turn away.
- I'm over 21.

- Here.
- It's a pity.

They were very becoming.

Mm-hmm. Now don't let Van Campencatch you
guzzling on that, or we'll both get life.

- Did you find out anything about Miss Barkley?
- Yes. Yes, indeedy.

What? What did you find out?

Oh, look at him.
The bedridden Romeo.

Miss Barkley is arriving
on the 8:00 train.

She's coming.

- You're not kidding?
- Boy, she must be something.

That's probably the barber.

I figured you could use a shave.
It always helps the reunion.


You sweet.

You were wonderful to come here.

Come here. Please.

Did they operate yet?

No. Forget about that.
Please, darling.

No, you-you mustn't.

I'm crazy about you.

Oh, darling.

You do love me?

I adore you.

Come on. Please.

- But do you really love me?
- Oh, don't keep saying that. Please, Catherine.

Shut the door.

- We shouldn't.
- Don't talk.

Please, Catherine. I love you.


- Hello.
- Hello.


Smooth as piano keys.


- Smooth as emery paper.
- Mmm.

- Is it rough?
- No, darling.

I was just making fun of you.

I have to go now, darling.

I'm crazy in love with you.

You're sure?
You're sure you love me?

Very sure.

You will be good to me, won't you?

Of course I will.

You will, won't you?

'Cause we're going to have a strange life.


But it's the only life I want.

It is an honor to attend a friend
of the good Rinaldi.

I was his chief at the university.

From the start he revealed a talent
for female anatomy.

Tell me what the X-rays show, please.

The X-ray. Plate A.

I think it will be safer if we do not open the
knee until the foreign bodies are encysted.

And that, as you know, will take
between five and six months.

I'm not lying around
like a dummy for six months.

Perhaps we will know a little
more about how long...

after our examination.

Is she your girl, young man?

I'm her fella.

Ah. I thought so.

Injury and death.
Death and injury.

I have been standing
over them for 30 years.

But the war changes the picture a little.

Youth instead of age
requires my services. Tsk.

What a shame to waste
young legs as targets.

What does the X-ray
of the right kneecap show?

The kneecap is free.


No foreign substances
until we come to the calf.

You are mad. I can see the shrapnel
with my naked eye.

I'm sorry, Colonel.
There is nothing there.

All the right leg needs
is a few minor probes of the calf.

This is the X-ray of the left leg.


To medical genius,
nothing is impossible.

Now, kindly look at the leg
under discussion-the right one, please-

and describe its contents.

She is a lovely girl.

I'll do all your obstetrical work free-
up to the third baby.

After that, there will be a small fee.

The ankle is curiously swollen
and obviously full of foreign bodies.

- What ankle?
- The right one. Here.

That is not an ankle.

That's the knee in question.

Of course. I was holding
the plate upside down.

A natural mistake.

Next time, Miss Ferguson, hand me the plate
in the proper position. Right side up.

How about it, Doctor? Do I have to
wait six months for an operation?

Well, I think we can get
to you a little sooner.

- Say tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?


Good work. - We'll meet again at
10:00 in the morning, young man.

See you on the chopping block.
Thank you, sir.

I leave you in good hands.
Love is the best medicine.

Good evening, happy people.

- Good night, Doctor.
- Good evening, Doctor.

Oh, Doctor.

Uh, thank you for your assistance.

If I can be of any further help to you,
Doctor, don't hesitate to call on me.

I have duties.

- I have to get you ready.
- Oh.

I don't want anyone else to touch you.

I know I'm silly,
but I'll be furious if they touch you.

Now, just a little advice.

When you're going under the ether,
don't think about us...

because people get very blabby
under an anesthetic.

Think of something
very unpleasant or-

or say your prayers.

That'll create a splendid impression.

I won't talk.
Not a chance.

No, don't brag.

You're very sweet.
You don't have to brag.

You have such a lovely temperature.

I like yours better.

I'm awfully proud
of your temperature.

Maybe all our children
will have fine temperatures.

Our children will probably
have beastly temperature.

Tonight, huh? Please?

For tonight the chart
indicates a few drugs...

a bath...

and an emetic.

Nothing else.

He'll be out of the ether in a few minutes.
Couldn't ask for a better operation.

Don't jiggle him.

Catherine, come here.

Van Campen is listening.
You better muzzle your Romeo.

Cathy, come here.

Our patient seems to have
a one-track mind.

If she hears him, you're sunk.

Cathy, come here.


Can you imagine anyone making wine
because it tastes like strawberries?

Why shouldn't they?
It sounds splendid.

But it doesn't even
taste like strawberries.

Next time, if I don't seem too ungrateful,
I'd like a little brandy.

Oh, no. It's much too strong for you.

Tell you what I'll do, Cat.

Get me another bottle of brandy,
and I'll marry you.

You mean that just
for a bottle of brandy...

- you'd make an honest woman out of me?
- No.

As a matter of fact I'm going to marry you
even if you do bring me this vile stuff.

No. We're not going to be married.

Yes, we are.

Darling, I'd rather marry you
than do anything in the world...

but if we get married,
they'll send me away.

- Who says?
- Wives are not allowed at the front.

Aren't you embarrassed
about not being married?


See, darling, it would mean everything
to me if I had any religion.

But you're my only religion.

You're all I've got.

It's going to rain.

Cat, darling.

It's all nonsense.
I'm not afraid of the rain.

I'm not afraid of the rain.

God, I wish I weren't.

- Did you see the two new patients?
- No.

A head wound and a hernia.
It's interesting.

I'm grateful for them.
I was terrified they'd send me back.

- How's your hero?
- He walked down the corridor three times.

Then he wanted to try running.

I had to stop him forcibly.

We're going boating next week. I think that
will be good for him, don't you, Fergie?


I went allover Milan looking
for American oatmeal.

It's really only gruel. But he insists it
has to come out of an American package.

Luckily, he's much more
tolerant about bacon.

- They're all alike.
- What do you mean?

I mean they've all got habits. The chief
one being they don't want to get married.

- He's already proposed.
- Proposed what?

To marry me.

Well, well.

I take it all back about his being
a love 'em and leave 'em boy.

- Congratulations.
- Oh, thank you.

But getting married would
only mean being separated.

- You know the regulations.
- Are you crazy?

No, don't answer.
Listen. In a couple of months...

your Frederico walks out of here on
a pair of good legs and leaves you behind.

- It won't be like that.
- Listen, honey, that's also regulations.

Every soldier feels he has the right to
walk out on any dame he captures...

while in the service of his country.

- Please stop before you make me angry.
- Well, get angry.

It may pump some sense into your head.

What is the noise about, Miss Barkley?

Uh, well, um, I-I was just saying...

that the only thing
that can help the Allies...

is for the Americans to come over here
and to come over here quick.

Our English lady doesn't
seem to approve of that statement.

I will not tolerate a disturbance
in this hospital of any kind.

Yes, Miss Van Campen.

And if you don't like
Americans, Miss Barkley...

you will please keep it to yourself.

Yes, Miss Van Campen.

- Does Miss Barkley smoke?
- No, I don't.

I mean, no, no.
No, she doesn't.

Hold your nose when you jump.

How many people have you loved?

- Nobody.
- Except me, of course.

- You're the first and only.
- Oh, come.

- How many others, really?
- None.

- You're lying to me.
- A little.

It's all right.
That's what I want you to do.

Keep right on lying to me.

When does a girl say
how much it costs?

- I don't know.
- Of course not.

Does she say she loves him?

Tell me that. I want to know that.

Yes, if he wants her to.

Does he say he loves her?
Tell me, please.

- It's important.
- He does if he wants to.

But you never did.

Tell me the truth, please.


You wouldn't.
I knew you wouldn't.

Oh, I love you, darling!

The girl just says what
the man wants her to.

- Well, not always, but, uh-
- But I will.

I'll say just what you wish,
and I'll do what you wish.

Then you'll never want
any other girls, will you?

Never. - I'll do what you want,
and I'll say what you want.

Then I'll be a great success, won't I?

- You're lovely and wonderful.
- There isn't any "me" anymore.

Just what you want.
Ask for it.


Miss Barkley?
Where is Miss Barkley?

Miss Ferguson, have you seen Miss Barkley?
I've been looking everywhere.

Well, I'll-I'll tell her
you want to see her.

Where is she?

She-Uh, in the kitchen, I'm sure.

She always insists
on doing all the dishes.

- Works like a truck horse.
- Thank you.

Van Campen's on the Warpath.

I detoured her to the kitchen.
You've got about one minute.

Thanks. Van Campen.

Give me the paper.

"With Babe Ruth in the box...

"the Red Sox again clobbered
the wilting Senators today, 5-0.

"It was a dreary session
except for a triple play...

"in the ninth stanza that
led to the groaning exodus...

from the sweltering Washington
bleachers." -

"Miss Barkley? The bedsteads
in Ward "B" need polishing.

Yes, ma'am.

I don't understand why you feel it necessary to
remain in the room when the patient is asleep.

I didn't know he was asleep.
I was reading to him.

Reading to the patients is not part
of your duties, Miss Barkley.

- I'm very sorry. I-I thought-
- You may leave the paper here.

He can finish that
important dispatch by himself.

Come on, Black Feet!

Come on, Black Feet.
Make your move!

And I was counting on throwing a party
tonight at the Grand Italia.

Let's see if we can pick ourselves
a winner in the next race, huh?

- What's the matter, Cat?
- Nothing, darling.

Oh, you're not depressed because
we lost the last race, are you?

- Certainly not.
- Then what's wrong?

- Nothing. Really.
- Yes, there is. Tell me. Please.

I don't want to.

I'm afraid it'll make
you unhappy or worried.

It won't.
It doesn't worry you.

All right.

I'm going to have a baby.

- That-That is news.
- You're not upset?

Please don't worry.

- I only worry about you.
- Please don't.

Everybody has babies.
It's a natural thing.

- You're pretty wonderful.
- Oh, no, I'm not.

But I won't be any trouble
after this one minute.

I've known for some time.

Haven't I been a good girl till now?
You never suspected.

Well, that settles one thing.
We'll get married tomorrow.

Oh, no. Please. That's why
I didn't tell you before.

I didn't want you to feel trapped.

Tell me you don't feel trapped.

You always feel trapped biologically.

- "Always" isn't a pretty word.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Cat.

It's all right. But, you see, I...

I've never had a baby.

I've tried to be the way you wanted.

And you talk about "always".

Oh, Cat, I could cut out my tongue.

Darling, I'm delighted.
Honestly, I am.

Now, I'll dig up a minister,
a Mayor maybe-

Oh, no, no, no. Please.

They'd ship me straight back to England.

Maybe the war will be over
before you have to go back.

The important thing is
for us to be together now...

just as long as we can.

Attention! Attention!

A special communique
from the Isonzo front!

In spite of desperate resistance...

by the flower of the Austrian army...

our troops have reached the summits
of San Gabriella and San Marco!

- Glory to Italy!

Isn't that fine wedding music?

I, Catherine, take thee, Frederic,
for my wedded husband.

To have and to hold...

till death do us part.

Till death do us part.


Where did you get these bottles, Nino?
I demand an answer.

They're from
Lieutenant Henry's room, aren't they?

- Please. They are empty bottles.
- Yes, I understand.

You won't ever leave me
for anybody else, will you?

Oh, darling...

I have plenty of faults,
but I'm very faithful.

- I'll be so faithful, you'll be sick of me.
- Mmm.

Lieutenant Henry!

I've long suspected you of using this
hospital as a private place of diversion.

- Miss Barkley is no diversion. We're in-
- Are these your bottles?

Yes. One's brandy, and
the other one's kummel. They're empty.

Just a moment, Miss Barkley.
You know our rules.

Therefore, you know what to expect.

As for you, Lieutenant, you're obviously
no longer a convalescent.

I'm notifying headquarters that
you're ready to return to active duty...

this very night.


- It's almost 11:00.
- Huh. We still have a few hours.

They'll be skiing in St. Moritz soon.

We'll go sometime.

All right.

They're like us.

Nobody's like us.

I wish they had someplace to go.

- It might not do them any good.
- Oh, I don't know.

Everybody ought to have someplace to go.

I feel better now.

I felt terrible when we started.

We always feel good
when we're together.

- W e always will be together.
- Yes.

Except that I'm leaving
a little after 2:00.

Don't think about it, darling.

Do you have to go back
for your things?

No. The porter's taking
my bags and saving me a place.


After you leave,
I'll go back and get my things.

How's your leg?
Getting tired?

No. Let's not walk too long, huh?

- Let's go somewhere.
- Good.

Let's go in there.

All right.

I'd like a room, a suite if you have one.

- For how long?
- I'm catching a train in a few hours.

Oh, yes. I understand.
But we have no suites...

but we can give you
number 15, our mirror room.

Very popular.

- With private bath.
- Fine.

- No luggage?
- No luggage-

Ten lire in advance, please.

Would monsieur and madame
care for some wine?

We have some very good
French champagne.

All right. Some sandwiches too.

Your key. Arturo!

Shame. Shame on you.
Shame on you.

Shame. Shame.

Just the right atmosphere, isn't it?

What's the matter, darling?

- I never felt like a whore before.
- You're not a whore.

I know it, darling,
but it isn't nice to feel like one.

Come here, please?

Come here, please, darling?

I'm a good girl again.

- You're my fine girl.
- I'm certainly yours.

You're a fine, simple girl.

Yes, I am a simple girl.

But no one ever
understood it except you.

I didn't think so at first.
I thought you were a crazy girl.

I was a little crazy, but I wasn't crazy
in any complicated way.

I didn't confuse you, did I, darling?

You did a little. Here.

Wine is a grand thing.
It makes you forget all the bad you do.

Then have some more.

Vice is a wonderful thing too.

The people who go in for it
seem to have good taste about it.

The red plush is really splendid,
just the thing.

I don't know how a room like this would be for
waking up in the morning with a hangover.

Everything we do seems
so innocent and simple.

Wine is lovely.

But it's given my father gout very badly.

- Have you a father?
- Yes.

He has gout.
Y-You won't ever have to meet him.

- Haven't you a father?
- Mm-mmm. Stepfather.

- Will I like him?
- You won't ever have to meet him.

But he's very generous.

- I can draw drafts on him whenever I please.
- That's good.

Oh, we have such
a fine time together.

I don't take any interest
in anything else anymore.

I feel very married to you.

It makes me so happy.

"But at my back I always hear...

time's winged chariot hurrying near."

Is it time to go?

Don't worry, darling.

You were fine until now,
and now you're worrying.

I won't.

- How often will you write?
- Every day.

Do they read your letters?

- I'll make them very confusing.
- Not too confusing.

I'll just make them a little confusing.

- I hate to leave our fine house.
- So do I.

We never settled in our home very long.

We will be.

I'll have a fine home
for you when you come back.

For young Catherine.

We have to go, darling. Really.

All right. You go first.

I'm sick with worry about you.

Where will you go?
What will you do?

Please don't worry
about me, darling.

I've plenty of money,
and I-I'll find some nice place.

Maybe on the lakes.
It ought to beautiful in the autumn.

Where will you have the baby?

Oh, that's a long way off.

You're not to worry about that one bit.

Anyway, people have babies everywhere.

Yes. That's true.


this is it, Cat.

Well, I'm going into
the station with you.

No, darling,
I'd rather you didn't.

Oh, darling, please!

It'll be easier to say good-bye here.

Oh, darling.

Thank you.
Thank you for everything.

- I love you.
- I love you.

I adore you.

Take good care of yourself
and young Catherine.

I will.

And you-you promise
you'll come back to us.

I will.

Take the lady back
to the American Hospital.

Oh, hello.
How are you?

All right, sir, thank you. And you?

You couldn't believe
how bad it's been.

But it will be worse.

We can expect
the Germans on this front...

now that the Russians have made
a separate peace with them.

What about your countrymen?

Now that your country's in it, will there
be many Americans here besides yourself?

They're training an army of 10 million.

Ah. The French front will get them all.

We'll never get any down here.
We'll face the Germans alone.

- Many of them, do you think?
- Five, 10 divisions. Who knows?

But I suppose we'll know soon enough.

I've heard the Germans are pretty good.

It isn't that they're better men.
They've got a better war machine.

They've been building it
gun by gun for years...

while we Italians
have been practicing civilization.

Now, of course,
civilization's not very useful.

There's only one of your
ambulances left in town.

The others I have sent to Caporetto.
You know Caporetto?

Yes, sir. A nice little town
with a fountain in the square.

I doubt that the fountain is still there.

- Better go and see your friend Rinaldi.
- Anything wrong?

He's had a summer and fall of it,
I can tell you.

Thank you, sir.

Father Galli.

Frederic, how are you?
I am glad to see you.

- Hello, Father.
- Your wounds are all healed?

- All healed.
- You have come back at a bad time.

Sounds a little noisy.

- Oh, hello, baby!
- Rini. How are you?

- How's the leg?
- Working.

Sit down. Let me look at it.
Hello, Father.

Hello, Major.

Eighty percent mobility.
It's acrime to send you back.

Now tell me about everything, puppy.

Nothing much to tell.
How are you?

How am I? Huh.
I dig bullets out of blood.

I cut off arms, legs,
or the side of a face.

I am becoming a remarkable surgeon.

We will celebrate my genius.

- We'll get drunk, puppy.
- No, I-I'm tired, Rinaldi.

We'll get drunk and go meet
some girls with loud voices.

And then we'll feel fine.

Seven Stars. War booty from San Gabriella.
Cognac, Father?

No, thanks.

Saint Paul said, "Take a little wine
for your stomach's sake."

- Yes, I know.
- Father Galli knows.

But Father Galli's better than Saint Paul.

Saint Paul was a rounder and a chaser.
Isn't that true, Federico?

I never discuss a saint after dark.

So you've gone over to the priests.

I have to bait this priest alone.

The priests always win.
Everybody ends up on their knees...

except the miserable Rinaldi.

- He remains true to the devil.
- No, Rinaldi. You're all right.

- You're all right.
- To all of us.

You are changed.
You drink differently.

- Are you married?
- Not yet.

- Still in love?
- Yes.

- Same girl?
- Yes.

- Is she good to you?
- Shut up.

All right. To hell with love.

He's been under a strain.

The fifth horseman of the Apocalypse.

He destroys the liver
and makes the hand shake.

A surgeon's hand shaking
inside a man's belly. Very fine.

- I drink to open bellies!
- You ought to have a leave.

He wants to get rid of me
because I have a disease.

- Is that true, Father?
- No. It's in his mind.

- His mind is sick.
- It's true!

It's true.

Everybody has it.

The whole world... has it.

He's been working too hard day and night.

There are not enough doctors.

Tell me about Miss Barkley, puppy.

I want to hear something pretty.

Tell me something pretty.

I'll speak to the colonel
about a leave for him.

- Good night, Frederic.
- Good night, Father.

Thank you, puppy.

Tum around. Back to Orsino.

Turn around. Back to Orsino.
Come on! Back to Orsino!

Turn around. Go back.
Go back. Clear the road.

Come on. Hurry up.
Clear the road.

- Sorry, Lieutenant. Turn around and go back.
- What for, sir?

Orders. We must clear the road
all the way to Orsino, and fast.

- Right.
- Let's go.

I don't understand.

I don't either. But I can
make a pretty good guess.

- Aymo! Aymo!
- Hey, Esmerelda!

Orders from the division.

- Take your ambulance to the retreat line.
- Do I take any wounded?

Retreat? Where did you get
that information, Lieutenant?

- From the division, sir.
- It's a lie. There is no retreat.

The division has orders to hold the line
no matter what happens.

I work under the medical corps.
Where it tells me to go, I go...

but, please,
get your orders straight.

Caporetto is lost. Fifteen German divisions
have broken through.

- All three of our armies are in retreat.
- I'm not surprised.

We are evacuating. Every doctor
is ordered to go with the army.

And what about the wounded? - It is
better for the wounded not to move them.

The ambulances will be used
to carry medical equipment.

I'm not equipment.

I am a man.
I'm staying.

I repeat division orders.
Every doctor is to go with the army.

Yes, sir.

Orders are a noble thing.

I must not disappoint the division.

- Better to disappoint-
- Come on, Rini. You're sick.

Leave the wounded and the dying.

They should be abandoned
without hesitation.

Excuse me, Father.
The Germans will be along in a few hours.

- Come with us. There's room in the ambulance.
- I remain here.

They'll pulverize the town
before they come in.

The dying need me.

What about the Abruzzi,
and the chestnut woods, and the river?

Perhaps, if God permits.

You're someone to remember, Father.

I am ordered to leave, Father Galli...

but you have better orders
from God to remain.

I salute your commanding officer.

May his blessing go with you.

Good-bye, Father.

A scene to remember.

Yes, make way for Rinaldi,
who is saving his skin.

Shut up, Rini.
You're full of fever.

Get off.

Look. Look, the German spy
is spitting on us.

The dead man spits on us.
That's what we deserve.

It's hopeless.
Bad luck, Rini. We're walking.

Where's Bonello? - I don't know. I was
asleep when he got off the ambulance.

Just deserted, huh?
Anyway, you stay close to us.

- Yes, sir, Lieutenant.
- Come on, Rini. It's gonna be a long haul.

Father Galli stayed.
The priest stayed, but Rinaldi runs.

Come on.
No nonsense.



My only loves are untrue to me.





- Giovanni!
- What's the use?

- What's the use?
- Come on, Rini.

What good are we to Italy?

- We are fit only for surrender.
- Shut up!

Let the Germans
collect the garbage with a shovel.

- You're under arrest.
- What are you talking about?

- Don't you know you can't touch an officer?
- Shoot him if he resists.

- What's the meaning of all this? Who are you?
- Battle police.

- W hat do you mean arresting Major Rinaldi?
- W e heard him.

He's a German infiltrator preaching defeat.

- He's just the opposite, you fool.
- Take them away.

- What's your division?
- Nineteenth.

The 19th division
was pulled out 10 days ago.

You're a German in Italian uniform.

This man's a spy, guilty of spreading
panic and preaching surrender.

I request he be sentenced to death.

I place the accused in the hands
of the court-martial.

In the name of His Majesty,
the court finds the prisoner guilty...

- and orders him shot.
- No, wait. Wait!

I will talk.
I will talk! Wait!

Keep your hands off me.

I need no assistance.

Your name, rank and birthplace.

My name is Alessandro Rinaldi.

My rank is that of a coward.

My birthplace I will not
disgrace by naming it.

You have medical corps insignia.

Oh, forgive me.
I forgot to tear it off.

No, no, Rini, stop it.
Tell them the truth!

He was spreading disorder.
He called our army garbage.

He was telling our men to surrender.

They ran.
I ran with them.

I am a doctor, needed by
our dying men, and I ran.

Dispose of me, garbage inspector.

- Let me talk for him.
- Silence.

Come, you heroes.
Shoot a coward and win the war.

You are a German infiltrator
or a confessed deserter.

In the name of His Majesty,
you're ordered to be shot.

You're mad.
Major Rinaldi's sick. He's sick, I tell ya.

Colonel, Colonel.
You must listen to me.

He's one of the best
surgeons in your army.

Our army?

Give your name, rank and birthplace.

Good-bye, puppy.
I'm joining Father Galli.


Answer the question.

You're not an Italian.

You're wearing an Italian uniform...

but you do not even know
the Italian salute.

Ferguson? Ferguson?


Fred Henry, what are you doing here?

- Don't ask me any questions.
- Look at you. W hat are you doing in-

- Where's Catherine?
- Don't tell me you're wounded.

- No, I'm not wounded.
- This time I hope it's a hole in your head.

- Where is she?
- She's in the mess you got her into...

that's where she is. - I can't stand
here arguing with you, Ferguson.

Please, before they grab me.

Please, Ferguson, where is she?

- In Stresa. Hotel Valeria. Room 7.
- Thanks.

Lieutenant Henry, are you wounded?

What are you doing
in those filthy clothes?

Miss Van Campen,
before you do anything, let me tell you-

You don't have to tell me anything.
You're a deserter.

- Not in the way you think. I had to-
- Of course you had to.

Cowards always run.
Now are you going to give yourself up...

or shall I do it for you?

- Carabiniere!
- No firing squad for me.

I have a deserter.


Oh, darling.

Oh, darling.
My darling.

Darling, what's wrong?
What's the matter?

I'll tell you about it.

Oh, darling. You're ill.
I'll get a doctor.

No, I don't need a doctor.
I'm not sick...

at least not that way.

Then what is it?
I don't understand.

It's just that I'm through.

I'm through with the war.

I made a separate peace.

You mean you-you deserted?

Yes. I'm a deserter.

It's not your army or your country.

Tell me what happened.

All kinds of hell.

Rinaldi's dead.
They killed him.

A firing squad.

I better not tell you about it.

No, no. I want to hear.

He was sick,
talking like a madman...

and the firing squad
blew his brains out.

I was next.

You can't win an argument
with a firing squad.

Oh, of course you can't...

and you're not going to try.

You're not going back.

I'm not against them.

They're the good ones,
the brave ones.

I wish them all the luck.
They deserve it.

But it's not my show anymore.

Of course it isn't.

We're together.
That's all that matters.

The rest is something else far away.

Just us. Us.

I must say you look better.

I think I'll be hungry for a week.

I thought you were going to
sleep for a week.

The sleeves are a bit short,
but it was the best I could do.

You are a little tall
for your age, darling.

- It's a fine outfit.
- We'll just stay right here.

It's practically deserted
this time of the year... and cheap.

- Couldn't be nicer.
- Now let's see, shall I get you some papers?

No, I-I don't want to read the papers.

I'm sorry. Was it so bad you don't want
even to read about it, darling?

- Yes. It was bad.
- Oh, I wish I'd been with you...

so I would know about it too.

Darling, what will happen
if they find you?

- I'll shoot 'em.
- You wouldn't.

- And what would they do to you?
- They'd shoot me, of course.

Then we can't stay here.

We can go to Switzerland.

Oh, please, darling.
I'm tired of even thinking about it.

But the border's very near here.

Yes, and they have guards across it
like a picket fence.

We can go across the lake.

We'll borrow one of those boats.

They'd turn us in if we even asked.

Then we'll steal one.
We can send it back.

It's over 20 miles.

You can do it.
I know you can.

What about the patrol boats?
They'd spot us sure.

Not if we go at night.
Darling, don't you see?

We've got to get out of here.
Fast. Tonight.


All right.

You're a grand girl.

I hope nobody saw us.

I'm more worried about the patrol boats.

Darling, not so fast.
You'll get tired.

We have to get into Swiss waters
before it's daylight.

Here, I can do that.

It's no good. I can't put you through this.
I'm going to take you back to the hotel.

- You will not take me back.
- Yes, I will. This is crazy, you and the baby.

If you take me ashore,
I'll swim after you.

A little-A little rain isn't going to
hurt me or the baby.

But what will hurt me is
waiting in that hotel room...

not knowing whether the carabinieri have
caught you and stood you against the wall.

Now start rowing.

All right, you win.

That's a good boy.

I could use a drink.

- Thanks.
- You're ever so welcome.

- Do you know something?
- What?

I don't think this rain is going to last.

- I hope not.
- Do you know something else?

- What?
- I don't care if it does.

Aren't you dead?

No, I'm all right.
My hands are sore is all.

I think I hear something.

It's a patrol boat.

They're backing up.

They're turning.

We must be close to the border.

Oh! Darling, I was terrified.

So was I.

Are you all right?

Darling, I've never been more
all right in my whole life.



We're in Switzerland.

Oh, darling.
Darling, it's a lovely country.

Yes. It feels good beneath my feet.

Can you realize we're
actually in Switzerland?

- Oh, darling, it's true, isn't it?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't have to go down to the station
with you to see you off.

I hope not.

Don't say that.
It frightens me.

Your hands, your poor hands.

We'll buy some ointment,
some magic Swiss ointment.

- Forget about my hands. I'm still hungry.
- So are we.

Pardon me.
I'm Lieutenant Zimmerman.

Is that your boat that just came in?

- Yes.
- What nationality are you?

Uh, American, uh, British.

Well, let me see your passports.

Why do you come to Switzerland?

We're tourists. My cousin and I
want to enjoy the winter sports.

- You rowed here from Italy?
- Yes. Rowing is my favorite sport.

- I always row when I get the chance.
- Indeed. Your cousin too?

- Yes. I love it.
- Mm-hmm.

Cousins with the same tastes
of different nationalities...

rowing all night across the lake-
very interesting.

What have you been doing in Italy?

I've been doing some writing.
Uh, picking up local color, you might say.

Mm-hmm. And you,
Miss, uh, Miss Barkley?

She's been studying art.

Yes. Rubens, Raphael, Rembrandt.

- You know, things like that.
- Mm-hmm. How much money have you?

- Twenty-five hundred lire.
- Twenty-five hundred Li-

As you are so interested in boating,
I can recommend an excellent place.

A very small, intimate hotel...

- overlooking the most romantic lake.
- Oh, that sounds enchanting.

It happens to be owned by my mother.
Her name is Madame Zimmerman.

Oh, how nice. - I, uh, I happen to
have one of my mother's cards here.

- Take the luggage and get these tourists a cab.
- Yes, sir.

Uh, your passports will
be kept by the police.

I regret this, but it is necessary
under the circumstances.

They'll be returned after a time.

But you're sure we can stay
without being bothered?

I'm certain you and your cousin will find
my mother's hotel very comfortable.

- Service.
- Thank you, Lieutenant.

Oh, it's a great country.

And so practical.

You may come in now, Mr. Henry.

Your wife is an excellent advertisement
for Switzerland.

She's had only six weeks of our fine air...

but she couldn't be healthier
if she were born Swiss.

Not one wrong symptom.
A beautiful expectant mother.

- You should be very pleased, Mr. Henry.
- I am.

I prescribe a little sleep
and, of course, some exercise.

No scaling Alpine peaks.

Your husband's knee is fine now,
but he must be a little careful.

We want the child
to have a healthy father.

Yes. We-We want him able
to walk the baby.

Well, he will be.

You will have the baby in the spring,
the ideal season for beginning.

Thank you, Dr. Emerich.
We'll be seeing you regularly, won't we?

Yes, of course.
But do not be concerned.

We have babies quite often in Switzerland.

- Good-bye, Mrs. Henry.
- Good-bye, Doctor, and thank you.

Oh, I'm so excited... to be healthy.

Darling, stop fussing
with that silly pipe.

- Ohh.
- What's up?

Little Catherine, she's turning
a cartwheel. Want to feel her?

Wow! Doesn't it hurt?

No, you idiot.
It feels wonderful!

By the way, I got our passports
back from the police today.

- Now we can get married.
- No.

Well, I'm sure it would be considered the
proper thing to do, unless you're crazy.

Not as crazy as you think.

I'm not going to let you
off the hook ever.

But I'm not going to startle the whole countryside
by letting them know I'm not married.

We could go to some other village.

Wherever we went, it would be
too embarrassing. I show too plainly.

I can't be married
in this splendid matronly shape.

You'd make a beautiful bride in any shape.

We'll get married as
soon as I'm thin again.

And everyone will say,
"What a handsome couple."

We'll have orange blossoms, organ music...

and somebody to mind the baby.

Come in.

Oh, how nice, Mrs. Zimmerman.

I got to tell you a joke.

When my son told me you were coming,
he made a mistake.

He thought you were cousins.

Here's beer and pretzels
for the gentleman...

and hot wine and spices for madame.

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.

Happy evening, lady and gentleman.

Happy evening, Mrs. Zimmerman.

Happy evening, Mrs. Zimmerman.

- I think I may marry Mrs. Zimmerman.
- Oh, she's too good for you.

Here. Drink this while it's hot.

- Darling.
- Hmm?

- I'm going to cut my hair short, very short.
- Now?

Oh, no, when I'm thin again.

I'll be thin and I'll have short hair.

- You're not going to say no, are you?
- You can cut it if you want to.

- Why? I thought you liked my hair long.
- I love it long.

- But you said you prefer it short.
- I did not.

You hinted it. - I didn't hint anything.
I'm just trying to agree with you.

Oh, I wish you wouldn't try to confuse me.

I know why you're bored with me-
because I love you too much.

- You're mad!
- Please don't shout at me.

I'm not shouting. I'm just trying
to tell you you don't bore me.

Everything else bores me but you.

Oh, darling, you mustn't mind me.

We really are the same one,
and we mustn't misunderstand on purpose.

- We won't.
- Well, but people do.

They love each other
and they misunderstand on purpose.

And they fight and then suddenly
they aren't the same one.

- We won't fight.
- No, we mustn't.

Because there's only us two, and in the
world, there's all the rest of them.

If anything comes between us, we're gone,
and then they have us.

They won't get us because you're too brave.

Nothing ever happens to the brave.

They die, of course.

"A coward dies a thousand
a deaths, the brave but once."

The brave die thousands of times
if they're intelligent.

You're an authority.
You're brave.

Oh, no, I'm not.
But anyway...

I'm not going to cut my hair until after
young Catherine is born and I'm thin again.

I'm going to cut it off
and I'll be a fine new girl for you...

and you'll fall in love
with me all over again.

I love you enough now.
What are you trying to do, ruin me?

- Yes, I want to ruin you.
- Good. That's what I want too.


Say, do you know how
they go courting in the Alps? They yodel.

- Huh?
- Chulalai, chulalai,chulalai, koo-koo!

- Oh, really...
- Chulalai, chulalai, chulalai koo-koo!

And if the lady's interested,
she yodels back.

Oh? Really?

Chulalai, chulalai, koo-koo to you!

Chulalai, chulalai, koo-koo to you!

That's it. Checkmate.

I don't care. I've got your queen.

Darling, the game's over.
It's checkmate.

But why? I still have more
of these silly pieces than you have.

Oh. I wish you liked rummy.
It's much more fun.

Happy New Year, darling.

To all three of us.

- Here's to 1918.
- Little Catherine's year.

Do you mind our being alone?
Just us on New Year's Eve?

I never feel alone
when we're together.

But sometimes a man
wants to be alone.

I imagine sometimes a girl
wants to be alone too.

And if they love each other,
they're jealous of that in each other.

- I don't want to be away from you ever.
- Me too.

My life used to be full
of all sorts of things.

And now, if you're not with me,
I haven't a thing in the world.

Oh, but I'm not any fun for you anymore.
I'm-I'm just like a big flour barrel.

No, you're not.
You're more beautiful all the time.

Just the same, you're going
down to town tomorrow...

and find yourself
some gay young playmate.

I don't want to be with anybody
else, I tell you. - Yes, you do.

And I'm going to start the new year by
buying little Catherine's first wardrobe.

I'll find out what's necessary.
I'll do it tomorrow.

You ought to know.
You were a nurse.

But so few of the soldiers had
babies in the hospital. - I did.


Where are you?
Where are you?

I'm right here. I've got a sled.

Oh. You sound like a ventriloquist.

- You look like a spook in fairyland.
- Oh, spook for yourself, darling.

All aboard.

Oh, I-I don't think I want to ride.
I want to walk. It's good for the baby.

- The baby does what I say.
- Well, may I steer?

Sure, you can steer.


Ohh! Ahh!


- Is it going to take much longer?
- No, monsieur.

Don't be impatient.
She's doing a beautiful job.

And it's very important that I look
my best when I meet little Catherine.

- I'm sure she'll be very impressed.
- Is this your first child?

- Oh, no. We have two boys.
- That is wonderful.

- And two girls.
- Oh, monsieur!


Hurry up-

She won't come between us, will she?
Will she, darling? The little brat.

No. We won't let her.
We'll keep her in a tree.

Oh, won't it be fun?
There'll be three of us.

- Hello, Cat.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- I'm fine, darling.

I brought your things.

- Isn't the doctor here yet?
- In a few minutes.

- How is it?
- The pains are coming quite often now.

Ahh. This is a real one.

You go away, darling.

- Go out and get some dinner.
- Oh, I couldn't.

I may do this for a long
time the nurse says.

The first labor's usually protracted.

- I'd rather stay.
- Oh, please go, darling.

I think you're just
making me self-conscious.

I do so want to be a good wife and have
this child without any foolishness.

You have plenty of time,
if you'd like to get some dinner.

No, I-I'll be just outside.

Do you think I could go
into the delivery room?

- Yes. I'm sure it will be all right.
- Thank you.

Bear down as hard as you can.

I'm having fine pains.
That was a very big one.

It will be soon now.
I can tell.

Yes, my dear.
We'll give you some gas to ease the pain.

Oh, I don't want to make any fuss.

- Darling?
- Yes.

I just wanted to be sure you were here.

I won't leave.

That's a good boy.

Darling, I have the most wonderful doctor.

He's been telling me
the most wonderful story.

When the pain came too badly,
he-he put me all the way out.

- He's wonderful. You're wonderful, Doctor.
- You're drunk.

I know it.
But you shouldn't say it.

Give it to me.
Give it to me!

I'm sorry I go on so long.

I thought I would do it so easily.

I try as hard as I can.

I push down, but it-
it goes away.

There it comes. Give it-

Oh, please, Doctor.
Give me enough to do some good.

Ohh. It doesn't work.

It doesn't work!

I don't care if I die if it will only stop.

Ohh! Please!

Please make it stop!

- Can't they give me something!
- Doctor...

If they could only
give me something!

It doesn't work.
Nothing works.

Oh, darling.

I'm just a fool.

I wanted so to have this baby
and not make trouble.

And now I'm all gone
and all gone to pieces.

- And it-it doesn't work.
- Oh, my brave darling.

I'm not brave anymore.
I'm-I'm all broken.

- In a little while-
- They just keep it up till they break you.

It'll be over in a little while.

I won't die, will I, darling?

No, I promise you won't.

I don't want to die
and leave you, but I...

I get so tired of it.

And I feel I'm going to die.

Nonsense. Everybody feels that.

I always knew I was going to die.

You can't. You won't.
I won't let you.

You would not do any such foolishness.

You would not die
and leave your husband.

Don't mind me, darling.

I've just gone all to pieces.

Oh, I love you so.

I'll be good.

You'll be all right, Cat.
You'll be all right.

You're so good to me.

You will go, please,
for a few minutes.

I will make an examination.

You can come back afterwards, darling.
Can't he, Doctor?

Yes. I will send word
when he can come back.

Poor Cat.

- Mr. Henry, the doctor wants to see you.
- Is anything wrong?

- How does it go, Doctor?
- It doesn't go.

She was so healthy. You said
yourself she was. - Yes, I know.

But somehow sometimes nature fails itself.

- What do you advise?
- There are two things.

Either a high-forceps delivery,
which can tear and be quite dangerous...

besides being possibly bad
for the child, or a cesarean.

What's the danger of a cesarean?

Oh, no greater than the danger
of an ordinary delivery.

If it were my wife,
I would do a cesarean.

- What are the aftereffects?
- None. There's only the scar.

What if you just went on and did nothing?

We would have to do
something eventually.

Mrs. Henry is already losing
much of her strength.

The sooner we operate now the safer.

- Operate as soon as you can.
- I'll go and give the instructions.

Did you tell him he could do it?


Isn't that grand?

Now it'll all be over in no time.

- Darling.
- Yes, Cat?

Is it raining?

No, I don't think so.

I think it's raining.

It's a boy.

Aren't you proud?

He nearly killed his mother.

You may come in now for a moment.

Hello, darling.

Hello, you sweet.

What sort of a baby is it?

It's a boy.

Long and wide and dark.

Is he all right?

Yes, he's fine.

I'm awfully tired.
I hurt like hell.

Madame Henry mustn't talk too much.

You haven't eaten all day, darling.

Go and eat something.

I'll be all right when you come back.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Have a nice dinner.

- Mr. Henry?
- Yes, Doctor?

- I'm sorry about the baby.
- W hat about the baby?

The terrible labor, the whole ordeal,
it was too much for him.

We couldn't start him breathing.

- So he's dead?
- Yes. We tried everything.

- What about her?
- She'll be all right, my boy.

Come. Have a cup of coffee with me.

I assure you she'll be all right.

Two, Dr. Emerich? - Yes. Uh, coffee
and brioche, in the alcove, please.

- It will be free in two minutes.
- We'll wait.

It's true. Even the German communique
admits it is true.

Yes. A month ago they said only a miracle
could save the Italians.

Well, the miracle has happened. The
Italians are holding on the Piave River.

Poor Cat.
She wanted this baby so much.

The table is ready, Doctor.

I don't understand it.
I felt him kick.

He was alive inside Catherine...

except for last week.

The last week he was quiet.
Maybe he was dead all the time.

Drink your coffee, my boy.

Poor kid.
Never even had a chance.

Maybe it's just as well.
They kill you in the end.

Maybe it's better that way than
to wind up dead on a muddy road.

You don't know what it's all about.
You never have time to learn.

They throw you in and tell you the rules.

And the first time
they catch you off base, they kill you.

You can count on that.
Stay around and they'll kill you.

Poor Cat.

Poor, dear Cat.

This is the price you pay
for sleeping together.

She didn't have a bad time when
she was pregnant. She had a good time.

She was hardly ever sick.

She wasn't even very uncomfortable
until towards the last.

But you never get away with anything.

Get away? Hell!

They get you in the end.

Maybe they're gonna get her too.

She's not gonna die, is she?

No, no, my boy. I'm sure.

You were sure about the baby too.
What if she should die?

She's coming along fine.
Don't you worry.

Dr. Emerich.

Oh. Excuse me, Mr. Henry.
I'm wanted.

Finish your coffee.
I'll meet you later at the hospital.

She said she felt like hell.

What if she should die?

No, she won't die.
People don't die in childbirth nowadays.

Yes, but that's what all husbands think.

What if she should die?

No. She's just having a bad time.
That's it.

Afterwards, we'll say,
"What a bad time, "

and Catherine will say,
"Oh, it really wasn't so bad."

But what if she should die?

But what if she should?

But... what if she should?

- Oh, Mr. Henry. I just tried to telephone you.
- What's wrong?

Madame Henry has had a hemorrhage.

- Can I go in?
- Not yet.

I-Is it dangerous?

It is very dangerous.

Oh, God.

Please don't let her die.

I'll do anything,
if you won't let her die.

Whatever wrong I've done...

please, please, please,
dear God, don't let her die.

Y-You took our baby,
but don't let her die.

Please, please, dear God...


Mr. Henry.

Cat. Cat.

- Poor darling.
- You're all right. You're going to be all right.

Our baby's dead, isn't he?

I'm going to die too.

I hate it.

Don't touch me.

Poor, darling.

You touch me all you want.

You'll be all right, Cat.
I know you'll be all right.

I meant to write you
a letter to have if-

if anything happened, but...

I didn't do it.

Do you want me to do anything, Cat?

Do you want me to send for anybody?

Just you.

I'm not afraid.

I just hate it.

Oh, Cat.

It's been sweet.



You won't do our things
with another girl...

or say the same things, will you?


I want you to have girls, though.

I-I don't want them.

I'll come and stay with you nights.

I'm not a bit afraid, darling.

It's just a dirty trick.

Can I do anything?

No, just leave us alone.

- I think it might be better if-
- Get out. Both of you.


My wonderful darling.

You'll never leave me.

You're with me... till I die.

My darling...

till I die.



You're so cold, Cat.

Like a statue.

Oh, won't it be fun?
There'll be three of us.

I'm not a bit afraid, darling.

I just hate it.

Darling, you will be
good to me, won't you?

You will, won't you?

Because we're going
to have a strange life.

But it's the only life I want.