All language subtitles for In Love and War (1996).en

Nurses came from all over
the United States, as well,

and I was one of them...
and as eager for adventure

as the college boys
who volunteered.

I didn't know it at the time,
but the choices I made

in Northern Italy that summer

would affect
the rest of my life.

May I?

Thanks, Harry.
You're a great driver.

Anytime.

Allow me.

Thanks, Harry. Whew.

I'm sorry about the bumpy road
there, Miss von Kurowsky.

Oh, Harry, I'm sure in time

my derriere will learn
to forgive you.

- Posso?
- Oh, si, grazie.

- Prego.
- Oh.

Don't forget about our date
for ice cream.

Well, you know where I am.

We're here to do a job,
remember?

Buon giorno.

He thinks you angel from heaven.

Well, tell him we're just
nurses arrived from America.

- Mac?
- Yeah?

I have to find the bathroom.

Grazie. Grazie.

Come along, girls. It's time
we were finding our quarters.

This is where we will
live and work.

I don't know. Looks more
like a nunnery to me.

Very observant, Miss MacDonald.

That's exactly what it was...

and exactly how it will stay.

Now, if you will all follow me.

Let it be clearly understood

that any nurse caught
fraternizing with the patients

will be sent home immediately!

- You have no idea.
- What?

You have to stand
with your legs like this!

- No!
- How do they expect you

to make it
from that sort of distance?

They look great, don't they?

Look at it this way.
We sure won't have to worry

about spending
our huge paychecks --

'cause there ain't no place
to spend 'em.

I thought we were gonna be
in some sort of city.

Looks like anyone under 50
is just passing through.

We go where we're sent, Rosie.

I'm just glad
we're so close to the front.

Oh, not close enough for me.

Yeah, well, if the Italians
get pushed back again, Ag,

you'll soon have your wish.

The language is definitely
gonna be a problem here.

But these Italian gents
sure are gallant, aren't they?

Even the old coots.

Do you know what I read once?

That Italian men
respect their wives.

- They spoil their mistresses.
- Aggie!

But the only women they ever
really love are their mamas.

Mama!

Attacco!

Attacco!

Help me.

Help me. Someone.

Help...

- Hi, Jimmy!
- Hey, hey, Ernie!

- Where's Birdseed?
- Burnside.

He's in there.
But you really shouldn't --

I didn't come all this way
to wait tables behind the lines.

Not why I signed up.
Don't know about you.

Oh, I don't know. Always play
the hand you're dealt.

That's my motto.
He's over there.

Yeah, well, remind me
to look you up when I want

a good game of old maid.
Watch this.

Sir, Lieutenant Ernest Hemingway

requesting a change
of assignment.

I wasn't aware
Lieutenant Hemingway

reported for duty yet.

Sir, Lieutenant Hemingway
reporting for duty

and requesting
a change of assignment.

- Ernie...
- The answer's no. Shall we?

I am grateful
for your assistance.

BURNSIDE:
That's why we're here, sir.

Thanks again for coming over.

- Arrivederci.
- Arrivederci.

Now, young man, if I were you,

I'd put on an apron
and start serving some coffee.

Sir, you can't do this to me.

I've come all the way
from the States.

Do you know what they're
saying in the papers?

This is the war to end all wars.

If I don't see action now,
it'll be too late.

This is my last chance.

Let me explain something to you,
Hemingway.

If the American Red Cross
were interested in you

as a fighting man,
they would have issued you

a rifle, is that not so?

- Yes, sir, but --
- But they didn't do that.

- Did they?
- Well, no, sir --

And your job
is to help the morale

of our weary Italian allies.

A simple cup of coffee.
A cigarette. A candy bar.

A few words of encouragement.

Yes, sir, I understand.
You are dead right, sir.

Simple cup of coffee,
some candy, a pack of smokes.

I see now they're symbols
of support and encouragement

that carry the spirit of America

to our war-weary allies
in Italy.

And where are our comrades
the most weary?

- In the front line, right, sir?
- Now you've got it.

In the trenches, right, sir?
You're wrong, Jimmy.

Birdseed's not nearly
the horse's ass you said he was.

I'll get my bag, sir.

See you, Jimmy.

McBride...

Buona sera.

Buona sera.

Does, uh... anyone...

Any of you speak inglese?
English?

- Un poco.
- Ernie Hemingway.

Newspaper reporter
from Kansas City.

- Voui un caffe?
- No. No, thank you.

Enrico Biscaglia.
I am a waiter from Bordighera.

Here you go. Cigarette?
How long you been here?

Francesco, me, we two months.

Roberto due, tre settimane.

Two, three weeks.

Could you please ask Roberto,
could I see his rifle?

That's a peach.

- E' una pesca.
- Una pesca?

It's a peach.

E' un fucile.
Capito? Fucile.

- Fucile.
- He tell you, rifle.

Fucile?

Ah, si, fucile.

The, uh, Austrians --
through there?

Si, si.

On the other side of the ridge.

Grazie.

You, uh, Arditi, right?

- Si, Arditi.
- We are the best.

Arditi is the best.

What do you fellas think about
while you're waiting?

I think of rosaries,

how many I have to say
if God let me live.

Roberto -- he think of women
all the time.

That's because
he's not had one yet.

No damas? No -- No uno?

No uno.

And you, bambino Americano?

Me? Plenty.

Mucho damas. Many women.

I think you tell lies.

ENRICO:
Why you not a soldier?

Tried my damnedest,
but they wouldn't take me.

- Damnedest?
- Uh, no possibile.

- Not possible.
- Why, too young?

No-no, I-I-I lied about my age.

It's my left eye.
My left eye. It's no good.

It, uh -- Too much boxing.

Roberto say,
"Better your left eye

than your left ball."

Ah. Oh.

Oh, God.

- Oh.
- Aiuto.

Roberto.

Aiuto.

Roberto.

Roberto. Oh, God.

Aah!

Okay.

That say..

Does that say I'm gonna live
or does it say I'm gonna die?

Bambino Americano.

Roberto.

Si e buono.

Good.

Hey. I'm fine. I'm fine.
Help him.

He's never even
been with a woman.

- Calma.
- Damn it!

You bastards!
Don't let him die!

We go to him!

- ls everybody here?
- Yes, Miss De Long.

Apparently, it's not
a major emergency after all,

so we won't need extra people
on the morning shift.

But we will have several
casualties within the hour.

So, you all know the routine.

- Come on downstairs.
- Alright.

You're with me.

- Come on, come on.
- Take it easy.

Piano, piano.

We'll put him in number 8. Otto.

And this one in number 9,
Miss Rose.

SKIP:
This last one must be crazy.

Carried one of
the Arditi wounded

right through a bombardment.

- In that case. Ms. Cavanaugh?
- Yes, ma'am.

We'll put him at the far end,
where it's quieter.

- In 17. Diciasette.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Ho capito, signora.
- Do you know what happened?

It's a bad leg wound.
He got it on the Piave front.

And... lift.

Anything you need?

I'll need, uh,
more saline solution.

- Hey, kid.
- Am I dying?

Oh, eventually...

but not in the immediate future.

- You lying to me?
- Mnh-mnh.

- You promise?
- I promise.

I love you.

Will you marry me?

How we feeling?

What's wrong?

Hmm? Nothing.

Mac, would you come over here
for a minute?

Some-- Something's the matter.
What is it?

Well?

Like I said, kid,
nothing's wrong.

I'm just giving bed 8 a drink.

Yeah, but what's going on?

I'll be back in a minute.

- Gangrene?
- Maybe.

- Can we get a doctor?
- Not until tomorrow.

- It might be too late by then.
- I can't help it.

Miss De Long said the only
doctor the Italians could spare

wouldn't be here till tomorrow.

Hmm. Hmm.

You know, the only thing to do

is irrigate the wound
with Dakin's.

No! You cannot do
something like that

without a doctor's order.

Mac, we can't wait
for a doctor's order.

Aggie, something like that

could get you shipped back
to the States.

Fine.
I won't be doing the splits

when I go to the bathroom.

Ag!

Good afternoon, Doctor.

I've been assigned
as your surgical assistant.

Major Caracciolo.

Agnes von Kurowsky.

Ah, yes. Hemingway.
Shrapnel everywhere.

Some quite deep.

Come, come.

Bullet behind the patella.

Did you see any pieces of..

Come si dice?

Uh, uniform.

Oh, yes, thank you. Uniform.

Did you see any uniform
in the wound?

Unfortunately, yes.

And when I was
changing the dressing

last night
and then again this morning,

there was a definite odor.

Gangrene.

So if it is..

I will have to amputate.

I will operate on this side

with a nurse, you, on my left.

You do not approve
of an amputation?

I think he is very young
to lose a leg.

Ecco.

You see? I was right.

And how do you propose

that we shall not
have to amputate

this young boy's leg?

Well, in America, we've had
some success with a treatment

that was developed
at Johns Hopkins Hospital,

so I've been
irrigating the wound --

I know everything about
this notion of irrigating.

Who is this John Hopkins
of the hospital?

Is he a saint?

It's Johns Hopkins,

and, no, it's not
named after a saint.

Then it cannot be
much of a hospital, can it?

Well, I will operate
tomorrow in the morning.

Please have the patient
ready at 8:30.

And, Nurse...

perhaps you would like
my permission

for your irrigation treatment.

Beautiful girl with a martini.

I must have died
and gone to heaven.

Gin and castor oil.

Sorry about that.

What do you know?

I graduated the same year.

Mm-hmm. Me from nursing school.
You from kindergarten?

My mother told me
never ask a lady

about her age or her teeth.

Mmm.
26, and they're all mine.

What's going on?

I'm going to irrigate
the wound again.

Relax. Relax.

Gangrene?

Now, how do you know
about gangrene?

My old man's a doctor.

And after the war,
you're going to medical school.

Not a chance. I'm a reporter.

A reporter? How old are you?

Twenty-two.

Kid..

I hope you're a better reporter
than you are a liar.

Relax. Relax.

Am I gonna lose my leg?

I'm asking you, please.

I'm really not permitted
to talk about your condition.

You -- You'll have to
speak with the surgeon.

Surgeon?

If I'm going to end up being..

less than all of me...

...I'd rather be dead.

Kid, I'm gonna do everything
I can to help you keep your leg.

But you're gonna
have to work with me.

I'm going to keep on
washing out this wound

with Dakin's acid
every hour on the hour.

I'll have you up and dancing
in no time.

I'm not a very good dancer.

Big feet and no rhythm.

Well... I am.

I love to dance.

I'll teach you
and get you good and ready

for the girls back home.

Uno, due, tre.

Rosie?

Don't put me under yet.

Where's Agnes?

She's right here.

Jesus. I'm scared.

You and me, partner.

- Good morning, young man.
- Morning, Doc.

You gotta promise me one thing.

Save the bullet for me.

Yes, of course.

Breathe deeply.

Hmm. Well..

I do not smell the odor
you spoke about yesterday,

but it would...

still be safest to amputate now.

I'm sorry.

Being safe is not
important to him, Doctor.

He wants to keep his leg.

Jill, the larger sponges,
please.

Thank you.

As I'm sure you know,
second operations

are a great luxury
in time of war.

Yes, of course.

DOCTOR:
But one could say...

what is life without
its little luxuries?

Refractor and long forceps.

Holy cow. He's good-looking.

Yes. But young.

I meant Dr. Caracciolo.

DR. CARACCIOLO:
Miss von Kurowsky?

Perhaps one day
you will permit me

to show you something
of our countryside...

when you will be off duty.

I think I hate you.

Everything is fine.
You're going to keep your leg.

Sleep.

I don't want to dance
with the girls back home.

Bed 8's an interesting case.

Thought yesterday there
might be some peripheral vision

in the left eye.

It's still early, of course.

Are they always just
cases to you, Mac?

It's the only way to cope.

You should know that
as well as I do.

Well, I do know it
with one part of my brain,

but... sometimes..

Sometimes they get to you.

Especially when
they're good-looking boys

with the charm of the devil..

And you've broken all the rules

to make sure they walk
out of here on both legs.

But just remember.

- We're here to do a job.
- We're here to do a job.

For God's sake, be careful.

DE LONG:
Villard in 15. Quindici.

Kenyon in 13. Tredici.

Mr. McBride in 6
needs immediate attention.

We're short of doctors,
but I've telephoned already.

This is Villard, Henry S.,
in 15?

Yes, Miss De Long.

Harry Villard?

Hey, you Harvard Yard bastard,
how the hell are you?

Mr. Hemingway,
I will not tolerate

that kind of language
on my ward!

If that's
Ernest Hemingway, ma'am,

bad language is the least
of your problems.

He's got chronic diarrhea
of the mouth.

Mr. Villard!

What are you in here for, Harry?

Well, whatever it is, these gals

will have you back in the pink
in no time.

Uh, maybe not.

At least yellow's more
becoming than that puke --

DE LONG:
Jaundice is no laughing matter.

And if you bother Mr. Villard,
I'll have you moved.

We call her "Gumshoe."

I see you were hit.

- Yeah.
- Where were you?

On the Piave. You?

I was at Grappa.

Was it bad?

Bad.

Me too.

Is there a Nurse von Kurowsky
still here?

Agnes?

I'll let you down fast,
old sport. She's spoken for.

Oh, no. I saw her first.
I drove her here.

For which we are truly thankful.

Anyway, she needs a real man.

Why is precisely why
she would never go

for a conceited windbag
like yourself.

No!

Please! Don't! Ohh!

Jesus, what happened to him?

Hit by a phosphorous shell

handing out candy bars
at the Piave canteen.

Jesus Christ. Jimmy?

We were there together.

DE LONG:
Still! Keep still, son!

- Aah!
- What is it?! What is it?!

We'll leave the dressing

until we give you
something for the pain.

What's happening to him?!

Jimmy. It's Ernie.

Ernie. Ernie.

You're gonna be alright.

You understand?

I promise you.

You'll be fine.

- Buona sera.
- Buona sera.

- Per lei.
- Grazie.

You really
shouldn't be in here, kid.

Ernie. My name's Ernie.

Whatever you say... kid.

"To Dr. James Paxton,
Bellevue Hospital."

"Dr. James Paxton,
Bellevue Hospital."

"Dr. James Paxton,
Bellevue Hospital."

"Dr. James Paxton,
Bellevue Hospital."

And I don't suppose
it ever occurred to you

that those might be personal?

Last night, a bunch of us were
talking about why we came here.

And I said
that I came here because

I was looking for something.

Hmm.

I'm not sure what it is.

But I know I'll find it here.

Somewhere about six miles
from here in the trenches.

That's where it is.

It never occurred to me
until now

that it might be possible

to come here looking to
get away from something.

Touché.

It's no use him writing you,
you know.

Hmm.

'Cause you're in love with me.

Oh.
I am, am I?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

You just don't know it yet.

Will you get out of here, kid?
Please?

Good morning, Miss Agnes.

- Good morning.
- Ag.

May I present you my adjutant.

- Tenente Alberti.
- Buon giorno.

He will be our chaperon.

Look at him.

He's good-looking. He's Italian.

He's a doctor.

It's all over for us.

It'll never work.

Take another look.
He's ancient.

He's got to be close to 40.

Maybe more.

No wonder he wanted
to chop off my leg.

He might not have stopped there.

DR. CARACCIOLO:
Von Kurowsky.

My father's very proud
of that "von."

He's from Konigsberg, Germany.

So you are..
Come si dice?

First-generation?

On my father's side.
My mother's American.

And now you are nursing
young Americans in Italy

where Austrians
and Germans are..

Fighting against us.

The Red Cross
doesn't take sides.

That's one of the reasons
I joined.

And, uh, the others?

Someone else asked me that
just yesterday.

I hoped to be assigned
to one of the surgical teams

operating on the front.

Me too.

Sorry, Harry.

Thank you.

Thanks, partner.

- What's her name?
- Emilia.

Emilia. Scusi, scusi.

Uh, per favore.

Uh, can you get us some --
some alcohol? Some brandy?

Some b-brandy? Brandy?

- Acqua?
- No, no, no. Brandy, brandy.

- You know, in a bottle?
- Ah, latte.

No, no, no. Brandy.
Come on. Brandy.

- Ah...
- Yes, brandy.

No.

Emilia. Oh.
Emilia, Emilia, Emilia.

No. Emilia?
Scusi, scusi, scusi.

See. Emilia.

My leg.

It's very sick, my leg.

Very sick. You need to help me.

'Cause my mom isn't here, see?

And -- And you need
to be my mama.

Mama. Mama, huh?

No.

Very sore. It's very sore.

Va bene.

Va bene. Va bene. Grazie.

Grazie, Emilia.

Got her.

Got her. Got her.

Emilia.
I think she likes me.

Ah, come on, Harry.

You know what they say
about nurses.

Why -- Why don't you just
shut up, you bunch of drunks?

They're always seeing us naked,

washing our private parts
for us.

- It's bound to affect them.
- Especially my private part.

You're way out of line, Kenyon.

L-I don't know
if it affects them,

but when I first got here,

um, one of them -- of course
I don't know which one.

Is there anybody drinking here?

Here.

Anyway, she was down there,
um, sudsing me up,

and it was pretty damn
embarrassing.

All our nurses
seem like nice girls to me.

- Except maybe Rosie.
- Thank God.

- Whose bet is it?
- Well, gentlemen.

Have we all moved
our bowels today?

Mr. Larkin?

8:32, ma'am.

Good. Mmm?

8:33, ma'am.

Mm-hmm.

8:34, ma'am.

Now that we're all so regular,
do you think we could have

our cocktails tonight without
the usual glob at the bottom?

There will be no cocktails
this evening, gentlemen.

Period.

It worked.

Playing cards, gentlemen,
or what?

Raise you 2 bits, gentlemen.

Call.

Jimmy calls. It's big trouble.

I fold.

Ernie.
Remember what I said..

Back at the canteen?

I always play
the cards I'm dealt.

- What are you doing, Villard?
- Thinking.

I don't..

Think I can...

play this hand.

Sure, you can.

Three 4's.

Three 9's.

Ernie? Ernie?

I folded.

That's, uh,
two bucks to me, then.

Wait a minute. Wait.
McBride called.

Straight. Queen high.

Don't trust you, Hem.

You trust me, don't you, Joseph?

Mmm.
Straight. Queen of hearts high.

Alright, boys, why don't we
let Jimmy get some rest?

Yeah, that's better.
That's better.

Not so fast.

Good. Good.

Time for lunch, Mac!
I'll take over.

Thanks.

Hey, kid, take it easy.
It's not a race.

Why does everybody
keep calling me "kid"?

Why, indeed?

I'll be back in a half an hour.

Alright.

Well, look at you.

How we doing?

- Pretty good.
- Hm?

Very impressive.

Let me try with one.

By all means.

Whoa. Easy.

You have no patience.

Slowly.

See?

Who's that fella in New York

keeps writing you
all those letters?

It's this way.

Well, he's..

None of your business.

What about Cracciolo?

You got to be careful about him.

You know, he's old enough
to be your father.

He's also
none of your business.

Alright.

But I meant everything
I said the other night.

Let's turn around. Slowly.

Kid, you say a lot of things.

I have trouble
keeping track of all of them.

About you being in love with me.

Oh. Only not knowing it.

Right.

Well, what about you?

I mean, I would really hate
to be the only one in love here.

Oh, I love you alright.

Nobody will ever love anybody
as much as I love you.

Ernest.

Just a little bit. Just...

Let's try again.

Come on. Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.
Here you go.

Jimmy, please.

Just a little bit.
You have to eat something.

If you don't, Jimmy,
you won't make it.

Please.

BURNSIDE:
Uh, attaboy, 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. Uh, 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?

- Oh, I --
- Right here. T-That's fine.

If you'd rather be there,
that's okay. 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.

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.

DR. CARACCIOLO:
Young Hemingway?

Maybe some other time.

I would like that.

21, 22, 23... 25, 26, 27...

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.

One, two, three, four...

In fact, I don't think
anybody realizes just...

how sick the poor fella
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.

One, two...

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.

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 think maybe you should --

you should leave that up to me.

What's the matter, Ernie?
Cat got your tongue?

- Andiamo.
- Su.

Fermo! Fermo, per favore!

Ernie,
it's Roberto Zardini's father,

and -- and that is
Roberto's Cape.

- He wants me to have it?
- Mm-hmm.

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 --
- Grazie.

- Grazie.
- Honored.

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
six of them by now.

- 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!
- Ernie.

- Ernie. Ernie.
- Ernie?

- Ernest!
- Ernie. Ernie.

Ernie! Can you swim?!

I hope not.

Ernie, you...

Come on, Ernie! Okay, fine!

I'll clean! I'll clean!
I'll clean one fish!

Ernie? Two?!

Fine, Ernie!
Okay, you win, Ernie!

I'll clean all six stupid fish!

- How many?
- What?

How many?

Six... fish.

Alright.

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.

Now, are you gonna 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.

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
'cause 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.

Alright, girls, lift it up!

We're trying to get
it straight, Rosie.

Congratulate, Ernie!

Congratulate, Ernie!

- We have to keep... quiet.
- He's good.

And, uh, I'll come back.
Who knows...

I think so.

- I hope...
- Jimmy, I'm sorry.

Jimmy, I can't hear you.

- I hope...
- I hope? I hope...

- Everyone...
- Everyone...

- ls...
- ls...

- Alright...
- Alright...

- There.
- There? There.

Jimmy, I'm terribly sorry.
The other --

I'm afraid the other
patients have arrived,

so I'm going to have to leave.

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!
- 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

gonna forgive me.

Let's move the patients
into bed carefully but quickly,

everyone, and get these
stretchers out of here!

- Nurse?
- Alright, son.

- Someone help her.
- 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...

Oh. Dio santo.

Dead! Jimmy dead!

Kid, go away.

What's that?

It's the letter that Jimmy
was dictating when...

"Dear Mom and Dad.

Thanks for the package.

The weather here is hot,

but maybe it will
cool down soon.

The food is good.

Everyone is alright here.

I hope everyone
is alright there."

I was trying to think
of how to finish it.

Ernie.

"Dear Mom and Dad."

Start over again.

"Dear Mom and Dad.

The thing this war has taught me

is that it's important
to get things said

before it's too late.

First...

...you've been
the very best parents

a son could ever ask for.

When I was a kid...

and I used to get scared
of the dark,

it was the thought
that you were there

that got me through it.

I think about that a lot.

Because I guess I'm scared now.

I don't know if I can make it.

And if I don't...

...please understand
that sometimes...

...I have to go to places alone.

But whatever happens...

...always know that..

I will be your loving son.

Jimmy."

I love you.

Aggie, Gumshoe's
on her rounds.

Harry, we're leaving!
Agnes is looking for you!

Alright.

- Hey, have you seen Ernie?
- No.

Harry. Harry.

- Thank God I've found you.
- What is it? What's going on?

They're moving some of us
closer to the front.

I need for you
to do me a huge favor.

- Anything.
- Ag, come on.

I'll be -- I'll be right there.

I can't find Ernie anywhere,
and...

Could you give this to him
for me?

I'm sorry, Harry. I...

I honestly never expected
anything like this to happen.

- Ag, we're leaving.
- You won't forget?

I won't forget.

Bye.

Ernie!

Listen, old man,
I'm glad to run into you

with no one else around.

There's something I'd like
to get off my chest.

That business I said the other
day about Agnes and me was...

Well, it was all bull.

Yeah.

Well, uh...

She asked -- She asked me
to give this to you.

Orders came through, and, uh...

they sent her...

I'm sorry, Ernie.
I know how you feel.

"Dearest Ernie.

New orders came through, and...

suddenly I find myself
on my way to the front.

I'm writing this
with a shaky hand partly

because I am afraid...

and partly because it is
so hard to say goodbye.

Kid, dear, I wanted to
say this to you in person..."

I'm on duty.

Just read your letter.

"Dearest Aggie.

I miss and yearn to see you
more than words can say.

Every time someone
comes through the door,

I can't help but look up
and hope it's you.

I wear the ring you gave me

and look at it maybe
a hundred times a day.

Harry has new orders
to report to your sector,

but the Red Cross medics
took one look at my leg

and turned me down.

I may surprise them yet."

I need more ether!
Nurse, hurry!

Stop what you're doing and wait.

Right, Nurse. Ether.

Coming through!
Coming through!

- He's coming around.
- It's not working.

Hold him down!

Get those swabs.
Sister, quickly!

Hurry!

Sister, move it over here!

Morphine.

If I had known
it was going to be so...

I wouldn't have asked them
to assign you here.

Cut for me, please.

This is what I was trained for.

You have been up
almost 24 hours.

- So have you.
- And again.

I've got to get it!

You are such a child.

This was a stupid thing to do.

- When are you gonna grow up?

I couldn't leave
without seeing you again.

Leave?

I'm on orders
back to the States.

- When?
- I got to catch a train

tomorrow morning at 5:30.

- They've called us, Ag.
- Mm-hmm.

I came to tell you
that I love you.

And I will love you forever.

There's a hotel
by the train station.

Kid, that's not a hotel.
That's a brothel.

There's nowhere else.
I've asked around.

Will you...

I'll try.

I'm sorry.

I didn't think
it was gonna be this bad.

It's just...

part of war.

Men desperate for sex,
women desperate for...

money.

You shouldn't be here.

Let's go somewhere else,
anywhere.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

Never mind.

We were gonna be in the most
beautiful place on God's earth.

Then close your eyes.

I told you I wasn't
a very good dancer.

To me, this is the most
beautiful waltz in the world.

This isn't a waltz.

Even I know that.

You'll write me, right?

I'll write you every day.

- Be careful.
- I will.

- Promise?
- Yes.

I love you, Mrs. Kid.

When this is over,
we'll get married, right?

Right. Mr. and Mrs. Kid.

Tell me you love me.
I need to hear you say it.

Tell me.

- I love you.

Say it.

I love you.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Well, that's --
that's terrific news.

Maybe, maybe he and I
have had our differences...

but he's alright.

I hate to admit it,
but he's more than alright.

You'll do him a world of good.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know Ernie and...

He needs someone that
can take care of him.

That's his mother's job, Harry.

I don't want to be his mother.

Even though it'll
probably look as though I am.

Now, what's an eight-year age
difference when you're in love?

Seven.
He just had a birthday.

Is this enough?

Well, so what?
He can go on having birthdays

and you can stop.

I saw a gray hair
the other day, Harry.

- Listen...
- Hmm?

You and Ernie will actually
be aging toward each other.

Older people start
going backwards at some point

and, uh, well, eventually
you'll meet in the middle.

Am I making a mistake, Harry?

It's not just
the age difference. It's --

You love him.

That's what counts.

Listen to you.

The voice of experience.

- Aggie?
- Hmm?

I have to ask you a question.

Hmm, can't it wait till I've
had a few hours of sleep?

- No. This is important.
- Hmm?

Just promise me
you won't say no.

- No to what?
- Just promise.

This is very,
very important to me.

Okay, I promise.

Now, can I have
a few hours of sleep?

Fine.

We're gonna spend the weekend
with the good doctor.

Dr. Caracciolo?

- L-I don't think that --
- At his mother's house.

You just swore to me.

You just gave me
your solemn word.

I don't have anything to wear.

Aggie, he's a doctor.

How fancy can it be?

Hmm.

Oh.

Come, come.

Oh!

Hm.

You never told us
about any of this.

I was afraid you might not come.

Mm.

It's so very beautiful.

It is you that are beautiful.

Are -- Are these bass?

Ba-- Bass?

- Alright.

It is the best moment,
early in the morning.

Yes.

I do not wish to hurt
Mac's feelings, but...

...it would please me
so greatly if you...

just you alone...

would come back to Venice
on your next break.

D-Domenico, I --

Hello.

Come on, look at these.
They're great.

Ah, how about me as a clown?

Oh, why would that be different?

Yeah, I'm gonna take
one of these home. Um...

DR. CARACCIOLO:
I would buy any mask for you.

But this is the one
I would choose.

Just hold it right there,
Mr. Hemingway.

Just a couple of more
questions, Mr. Hemingway.

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.

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.

NURSE:
Another one for you, Charlotte.

From Des Moines.

"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!

Wait!
Let's see them again, Ernie.

- Wait! Ernie!

Wait! Wait.

- Let's see them again, Ernie.
- Hi, Joe.

Tell them how many
you had in you.

227.
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.

I like to concentrate
on the here and now.

Amici miei. My dears,
I have wonderful news.

The armistice has been signed.

- Listen.

The war is over.

Come with me.

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.

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 St. John Hopkins,

but it will be done with love.

Why is it, Signorina Agnes,

I can perform
six hours of surgery

without the slightest fear,
and now...

Excuse me.

We should be going now.

I'm sorry I brought you here.

No, no. Wait.

I'm sorry.

What I'm asking, Agnes, is...

...will do you me the honor
to be my wife?

Presto, presto!

Presto!

Oh, grazie.

I'm sure Miss von Kurowsky
has told you

we will miss you all very much.

You've done a wonderful job.

- Bravo.
- Mm.

- Well, I have your address.
- Agnes.

The porters need to know
which transport your bags go on.

Yes. Grazie.

You have to make up your mind.

- Mm.
- Careful, careful.

- Going to Venice.
- Oh.

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.

I can't stop thinking about him.

The kid?

- Agnes...
- Hmm?

Come on.

Just see it for what it was.

- A flirtation.

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.

"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.

Ernie!

Ernie, what's happened?!

- Ernie!

Ernie, open this door!
Do you hear?!

I'm going to get your father!

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.

Dolce Agnes.

Having you in my arms

make this the most beautiful
waltz in the world.

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 eight 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 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 o'clock 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?

Alright.

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?

Harry sometimes.

Yes, he says
you've been... writing.

Sold a few pieces.

Jesus, it's stuffy in here.

Beautiful.

Just as I'd imagined
it would be.

My little palazzo in the woods.

I heard you and, uh,
Dr. What's-his-name

didn't go through with it.

Why not? Too old?

It was a mistake.

There was always somebody else.

Anyone I know?

Who else but you, Ernie?

It still is. That's why
I had to come back here

and I had to tell you
how sorry I am.

Sorry for what? It was the war.

Lot of things happened
in the war.

What did either of us know?

No, we knew. We knew.
You can't deny that.

We had a fling. Kid stuff.

There's still a part of me
that..

Wants to take you in my arms.

Just like it used to be.

But I've changed.

Of course. Things change.

It wouldn't work.

Not now.

Not this time.

Oh, kid.

The kid grew up, Ag.

Thanks to you.

I love you.

I'll love you as long as I live.

I never saw Ernie again
after Walloon Lake.

I often wonder
what might have happened

if he had taken me in his arms.

But I guess his pride meant

he wasn't able to forgive me.

Some say he lived with
the pain of it all his life.

The hurt boy
became the angry man.

A brilliant, tough adventurer

who was the most famous writer
of his generation.

And the kid he had been..

Eager...

idealistic...

and tender...

lived on only in my heart.