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Love?

Must we?

I was probably the worst bed partner
on five continents.

All my life, idiotically,

I thought that sex seemed to matter
so desperately to the man who wanted it

that to withhold it was like withholding bread,

an act of selfishness.

And all that bread isn't worth a hoot in hell.

What's always really absorbed me about life

is what's happening on the outside.

Action.

Now, that,

that was something to be shared.

I've always felt most at home

in the most difficult places.

But love?

I'm awar correspondent.

Of course, there are wars...

...and there are wars.

Here we go.

Pull! Look at that!

That's one son of a bitch.

Yeah, but you're a son of a bitch, too.
Come on!

But I know one thing he doesn't.

Pull, for God's sakes.

Hold on!

Oh, really?

Come on, Papa! Bring him!

Everything dies.

It was by pure chance that I ever met him.

I was in Key West with my mother and brother
on a family trip after my father died.

There was this bar called Sloppy Joe's.

I remember thinking, the first time Isaw him...

Okay!

"Who is that large, dirty man
in those disgustingly soiled clothes?"

Oh. my God!

That's Ernest Hemingway.

Papa, anoint the beast!

No.

That man appears to be indigen.

Not bad, huh? Good day! Good day!

Skinner, another drink.

Don't look now, Papa,
but something's coming.

Hey, how's it going?

I've never kissed a fish.

Sloppy Joe's tradition. Friend or foe?

Or faux friend, you never know.

You find out eventually.

What's your name, elegance?

Martha Gellhorn.

Well, Gellhorn, big game's no fun
if it just wanders up to you.

Oh, but I'm not one of your big game animals.

Oh, I can see what you aren't,

I'm just trying to figure out
what the hell you are.

Ifwe have a drink,
am I gonna have to fight your husband?

My brother.

That's my mother.

In that case, I hope you're thirsty.

You want to invite him over?

You want another?

Everybody Tells You You're Blonde?
I find that hard to believe.

You knowthe song?

I know Italian.

And I knowthe song.

What do you think ofthat, boys?

So what do you do, sophisticated?

What do I do?

Lately, I've been seeing the world.

How is the world?

It's surprising, occasionally.

- Is that mine?
- Sure.

Alot of rum inthis rum.

Well, in thisjoint, they don't drink
to get drunk, they drink to stay drunk.

The clientele here scare you?

Scare me? No.

No, ljust got back from Berlin.

Now, the Nazis?

They're scary.

Like smelly little boys
running around with Lugers.

Pretty rough company for a young Fréulein.

Blondes get a free pass in the Fatherland.

They do fine here, too, from what I've read.

So drink up.

America's plush as the pope's bed.

Don't be naive.

Plenty of people still go hungry.

You sound like Eleanor Roosevelt.

Trust me, I am nothing like Eleanor Roosevelt.

- I've known the woman my whole life.
- Of course, you have.

Let's see the review.

- What?
- Come on, Gellhorn.

Every writer keeps one review.

Well, you can blame Mrs. Roosevelt.
She encouraged me to write it.

It's called The Trouble I've Seen.

The trouble you've seen?

What was that?
Daddy loop to the country club?

I've seen trouble. I didn't say it was mine.

I ran around the country, I lived in
hobo camps, I settled Appalachian families...

"The book seems to be woven
not out of words,

"but out ofthe very tissue of human beings.

"Who is this Martha Gellhorn?
Herwriting burns.

"Hemingway himself does not write
more authentic American..."

As usual, the critic got it wrong.

I mean, comparing me to you is ridiculous.

All I really did was listen.

It's their dialogue.

The whole trick is writing the way people talk.
Most people never listen.

I set out to cover grimy lives,

and I ended up looking glamorous
on the cover of The Saturday Review.

I have the same problem.

Ithinklshould go.

- How much do I owe you?
- Oh, please. I practically own the place.

Papa, now we're really late.

It's all right, I'm going.

Buy yourself a new shirt, Hemingway.

It was nice knowing you.

Gellhorn.

Come on, Papa. Pauline's gonna be mad.

Who's Pauline?

May I help you?

Is this the Hemingway house?

Yes. I'm Pauline Hemingway.

Mrs. Hemingway.

I met Mr. Hemingway at Sloppy Joe's.

Yes, of course. Sloppy Joe's.

Well, you're late.

Come in.

Such an interesting room.

My husband likes to say, "Kill enough animals
and you probably won't kill yourself."

I can see he's not taking any chances.

Ernest has read every word he writes
aloud to me.

I'm his first pair of ears
and his first pair of eyes.

So you're his muse.
That makes you very lucky.

Great talent needs a great amount of care.

But we've managed to make
a very happy life here.

Ernest likes to surround himself
with exotic characters.

Fascist propaganda!

Some people believe that Franco
would not be able to win this war

if he didn't have any support.

Hitler and Mussolini,

you see him here,

are literally throwing money and weapons
to Franco and the fascists.

Meanwhile, America and the rest of Europe
are doing nothing.

And why?

Because the only images the world sees
come from fascist propaganda.

Fascism is on the move, make no mistake.

And what is happening in Spain is...

It's a threat to our democracy as well.

We need to tell the truth of what is happening
to these people in Spain,

these people who are trying to defend
their democratically-elected government.

Here you see some
ofthe Russian forces there,

who are also in support.

All young men, as you can see,
dedicated to Ia causa.

Dos, who is that horrid little man
dressed as an undertaker?

Pauline, this is Mikhail Koltsov.
He's a Russian journalist.

Koltsov is not just ajournalist,
he's Stalin's eyes and ears.

Only Russia supplies the loyalists
with arms, medicine,

food to feed orphans and starving peasants.

Iwould like to introduce
the director ofthis film, Joris lvens,

the great Dutch documentary filmmaker,

who, with your help,

will be able to return to Spain
and complete this film.

- Beautiful.
- Excellent work.

And it is also our great privilege
to have with us tonight

a man who has seen firsthand
the horrors that Franco and the fascists

are inflicting upon his people,

he is also my very dear friend,
Professor Paco Zarra.

Well, there are many heroes.

I only wish I could have
brought them all with me tonight.

But we are all counting on you
foryour support.

Hey, you started without me!

Well, if it isn't our host.

- Hey, Joris!
- Hemingway.

In case any of you are wondering
how to sign your checks,

write with a Parker!

- Write like Hemingway.
- Fame's a whore, Dos,

doesn't mean to say
she can't do something good.

I missed you, you prick.

My book's outselling you in Russia,
you know.

Can I say how happy I am for you?

You could, but that would ruin it.

Gellhorn.

Martha Gellhorn, John Dos Passos,

greatest writer in America
not named Hemingway.

John Dos Passos.

Hemingway thinks writing is a blood sport.

Don't kid yourself, Dos.

Gellhorn here is a bestselling author.
I read her review.

She's gunning for both of us.

- And to think she never said a word!
- Excuse me.

Sidney, darling, will you take
the boys out of here

-and go play bullfighter or something?
- Sure.

Here we go!

The boys don't need to see all ofthis.

Come on, the boys should see
the world for what it is.

Not tonight.

- Paco Zarra.
- Very nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- I admire what you're doing.
- Thank you.

There's two sides to this little war in Spain.

You're only raising money for one ofthem.

Why are you backing the communists?

- Pauline...
- Mrs. Hemingway,

communist is not the same as anti-fascist.

Does anti-fascist mean you kill Catholics?

Well, sadly, the Church has
allied itselfwith the fascists.

I'm sorry, but in this house, we are Catholics.

Catholic in America is very different
than Catholic in Spain.

I've heard the loyalists go
into people's homes,

and God help you
ifthey find a cross on the wall.

Oh, I'm not sure I believe all ofthat.

What do you believe, dear?
Do you go to church?

Actually, no.

Oh, Gellhornl ls that...

I'm half Jewish.

Is there such athing?

No, we're not closed-minded, dear.

While Ernest was in Spain, he met Sidney,
a Brooklyn-born bullfighter.

Now, Sidney's Jewish, too,
and he'sjust like family.

Papa? Why don't you come back
to my country?

Ifyou told our story, the world would listen.

No writer alive has done more
to support the Spanish people,

but my husband has a family right here
and a deadline on a novel.

- And you?
- Well, I believe that the Spanish Civil War

isjust a dress rehearsal
forthe next world war,

and I thinkthat anyone that can go should go.

And howthe hell do you think
you'll manage that?

You ever try to get into a war zone?

I'm resourceful.

- I think you must come. I mean it.
- So, enough politics, it's late.

Somebody has to get up in the morning
and write.

Do you want to come this way?

We need you.

We need journalists from all over the world
to report what's really happening in Spain.

Pauline's right, you know, Hem.
We could all use a new Hemingway novel.

Besides, we need some good men
on the domestic front.

Come to Spain and you'll see it for yourself.

I'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Madrid,
and I hope you can find a way to come.

People from all over the world
are heading into Spain.

Writers, poets, artists, laborers,

all passionate believers in Ia causa.

The people of Spain need to know
that help is on the way.

I'm gonna sing you our song. Okay?
It starts like this.

I believed that all one did about a war was
go to it as a gesture ofsolidarity

and get killed or, if lucky,
survive until the war was over.

A knapsack and about $50.
That was my equipment for Spain.

Anything more seemed unnecessary.

Needed to get papers,
so Icajoled a friend at Collier's

to write me a letter
naming me war correspondent,

even though I had never written
a word about war.

Fancy collar.

His name is Sandor.

Hello, Sandor.

What a beautiful collar you have.

Rabbit's foot.

It's good luck.

I'm going to the front
to fight Franco and the fascists.

- Good foryou.
- Thank you.

You?

I'm awriter.

With those legs?

Actually, I don't use them to write.

Though I once knew a man who played
the Xylophone with his toes.

It's true.

Thank you.

When Ilooked at the faces of the men
in the international brigades,

I found I loved them immeasurably.

They were private citizens,
here at their own expense.

They came to Spain for a cause,

compelled not by government but by passion.

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened the pathways awhile

Come and sit by my side ifyou love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember that red river valley

And the boy who has loved you so true

Don't you think of the valley you are leaving

Or how lonely and sad it will be

Oh, and think of the fond hearts
you're breaking

And the grief that you're causing to me

Come and sit by my side ifyou love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember...

Would you like some more wine,
Mr. Hemingway?

Thank you.

Smell that air!

Spanish earth!

Hey, we're meeting our battalion in Madrid.

Can I hitch a ride?

You can't. It's too tough for a woman.

Ihad this feeling that one had
to work all day and all night,

and love as many people as one could,
and do it all,

do it all terribly fast.

Press release from Commissar Koltsov.

Come on, baby.

- Press release.
- We do it standing up, we make a tripod.

Press release from Commissar Koltsov.

You're not listening.

To beat the fascists,
we need to beat them in the propaganda war.

Beat the fascists, you need to kill them.

You're both wrong.

You have to win over the peasants,
give them irrigation.

- Gentlemen.
- Welcome to Spain!

Papa!

- Now we gonna beat that bastard Franco!
- Hey!

You still like cocido madrilefio?

Hell, yes, Lupe.
Why do you think I came back to Spain?

Foryou!

Atrue honor.

I am Mikhail Koltsov, and I always say,

"Ernest Hemingway is America's Tolstoy."

Papa.

- Have a drink.
- Gentlemen.

Boy, this is a surprise.

I didn't think Pauline was gonna
let you offthe leash.

Look at that!

That help you get laid, Dos?

- Papa!
.Ml'. Hemingway!

- Papa, what you gonna do to Franco?
- Why did you come here?

I'm here with director Joris lvens
and my good friend, John Dos Passos.

We're gonna make a movie.

We're gonna show the world
the noble struggle

ofthose defending
the elected government of Spain.

Hey, what's that?

Here, pass it back.

It's Russian! It's Russian. It's one of ours.

Is there a doctor here?

Is this awoman?

- She made it.
- I know. It's great.

Well, look who's here.

Well, hello, Hemingway.

You know how to make an entrance.

Why? Jealous?

All Cinderella had was a pumpkin.

Cinderella needs a drink.

Joris. Dos. Hello, Paco.

- I told you I'd make it.
- Si, thank you.

Glad to be here.

I'm so happy you're here. Welcome to Madrid.

In here?

Attaboy, let it out.
You're one tough Hungarian, my friend.

Hey, where's the front?
It's supposed to be around here.

Twelve blocks away.

Follow the streetcar tracks.

Just past the university. You can't miss it.

- I'm Martha Gellhorn.
- Who?

Martha Gellhorn.

From Collier's.

You have something from Collier's?

I do.

War correspondent?

In name only.

Needed that.

You're a long way from Sloppy Joe's.

Pull in your claws, kitten.

I was always gonna be here.

Okay, sign here.

- Room 428.
- Four twenty-eight?

You're on the safe side ofthe building.

Hey, Capa!

Look what we got here.

A real war correspondent.

Another one.

It's getting crowded at the bar, you know.

Closest most ofthem get to a gun
is standing next to a soldier in the pissoir.

Not this one. Martha Gellhorn,
meet my Hungarian friend, Robert Capa.

Capa. Nice to meet you.

I know your photographs.

- Need another drink?
- Need a bath.

Sidney! Bath.

- Really, I can turn a spigot.
- No hot water. Need to boil.

Need to sleep.

I'm on the same floor.

Look at that.

Her legs begin at her shoulders.

It's all yours.

Hemingway!

Hemingway! Open the door!

Come on! Let...

Let me out of here!

Hemingway!

How dare you, bastard!

Excuse me, sweetness?

Whythe hell would you lock me in here?

In case you hadn't noticed, Gellhorn,
as you're the only blonde in the joint,

but there's a city of men, desperate men,

some of whom know they're gonna die,

death frees the beast.

Do I need to tell you
what these bastards could do

to a big, creamy bitch like you in the dark?

Okay, enough, Hemingway. I get it.
There's a war going on, don't trust anyone.

So how do I know ifl can even trust you now?

The best way to find out
ifyou can trust somebody

istotrust him.

Werner, you're right. This is the best angle.

- Camera here.
- Yeah.

Look! Look! They're arriving!
It's the Marseillaise Battalion from France.

We can see Papineau from Canada.

Abraham Lincoln Brigade.

- Werner, you're getting this, right?
- Yeah.

Okay, let's go downstairs.

Coming?

Yeah.

Later, ladies.

Brooklyn! Brooklyn!

Gellhornl Come on!

Wait! Wait up!

Papa, wait! Papa!

Right there!

Hey, look, they're showing your movie.

Not my movie.

- You didn't like it?
- Never saw it. Heard they loused it up.

I agree. I thinkthey miscast
Helen Hayes as Catherine Barkley.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah!

Everyone's a critic.

Look, Werner. Look. All those people.

- Hey, Dos! Get over here!
- Right.

- Joris, come on.
- Say, "Cheese."

It's so great we're doing this, Hem.
It's gonna be a wonderful film.

Jesus. Irrigation.

What's wrong with irrigation?

Nothing, ifyou like watching
guys dig ditches.

We do ourjob right,
we make people want to watch.

Come on. There's a goddamn war to film.

This is why there's a goddamn war, Hem.

A year ago, these people were shot
for stepping on this land.

It made you proud to see thejoy
and determination of the Spanish people.

You looked, and you knew our cause wasjust

and we could not lose.

To rule this country,

Franco would have to do away
with 20 million of those brave souls.

Tastes like freedom.

Dos, that may be the worst line
you ever came up with,

which is saying something.

Well, that may be, but it's true.

Now these people can irrigate their land
and raise food for the defenders of Madrid.

You're an idealist.

Who wants to irrigate when
fascists have a boot on your neck?

How are our filmmakers today?

Paco!

Yes, he's here!

- It's Paco!
- Wait! That's Uncle Paco!

Paco! Paco!

This could be the best shot in the film!

There's fighting five kilometers from here.
Let's go!

That's where we should be!
Let's go, come on!

What are you waiting for, Russian?
Come with us!

Get your clothes dirty!

- Hey, Dos! Coming?
- I know what fighting looks like.

I'm staying here.

No! Werner, get back!

Get down, get down, get down.

Up! Paco!

Let's get close.

What is that?

What? What is it?

Red dogs, your leaders
have sent you here to die!

General Franco is willing
to give his blood for you.

You trying to get us killed?

They see a reflection, they got a ripe target.

Surrender now!

- Take it till you get Paco!
- Surrender now!

Fascist bastards!

You told the bastards off.

Madrid is protected.

Yes, it is protected

for today.

Are you okay?

Watercress.

I used to get the most unchristly indigestion.

With this, I can eat atrucktire
wrapped in chili peppers

and sleep like a baby.

Wild onions.

Locals say, "Eat two onions a day,

"you'll live to be 100."

What do the locals say about one's breath?

They Say

it is a taste one must acquire.

Paco!

Paco, my friend!

Come! We must talk. Please.

Hey, it's okay. You leave him there.
We'll talk for two minutes.

We talk just for two minutes. We talk. Talk.

- Slide in.
- In the car? Why?

Okay, go.

So how'd you learn to have fun in hell?

Family vacations.

She says she has your coat.

My... No. No, no. Tell her she's...
This is not my coat.

She says it is your coat,
and that's why she's giving it to you.

No, tell her... No, thank... No...

- Beautiful, but no, I can't accept...
- Then you must pay her something.

Pay her? I can't afford the coat!

I can't afford! No, thank you.

She's simply asking ifyou like
this coat of yours.

- I like it, yes. Beautiful. But not for me...
- Oh, for Christ's sakes! Don't you get it?

Look. There. Now...

Now, it is your coat,
just as she said from the beginning.

There's a lot of bargains to be had in wartime,

ifyou don't mind wearing
the clothes ofthe dead.

Now can we go celebrate?

Hungarian, where is Sandor?

Oh, Sandor is gone.

- He will come back.
- No, he won't.

You never know when he will turn up.

And have the waiters say our nada.
You art in nada.

Nada be thy nada.
Thy will be nada as it is in nada.

Give us this nada,
our daily nada, nada, nada...

Hey, Dos! Do we bore you?

Paco should be here by now.

Drink up, for Christ's sake,
the man's invincible.

He probablyjust stepped offto seek relief
from one of our hors de combat here.

Relax.

Even a Time magazine cover boy

needs to drink with the lowlifes
every once in a while.

Lay off, Hem.

There goes a truly wet blanket.

Do you speak English?

Have you seen Paco Zarra?

Have you seen him today since...

Hey, Sidney.

Go get her.

This one's foryou, Papa!

You were at the irrigation project
today, right?

Yes, sir, lwas.

Did you see Paco? He should be here by now.

I don't know.

Have you seen him recently?

- No?
- No, I haven't. I'm sorry.

Just outside the hotel, this.

Look, even with bombs falling,

her mother wanted to make sure
she was wearing her best coat.

Yes.

Except it's buttoned wrong. Look.

There wasn't time.

Yes, yes, yes.

You capture that human theme.
That need to do something, to...

To exert control even when your world
is spinning out of control.

Yes. You understand.

I want to do what you do.

I do. I want to do it,
I want to write the way you take pictures.

There's so much going on
in this war, so much.

And yet when I sit down,
when I start to write, nothing.

Nothing. I can...

- So what's your secret? Tell me your secret.
- There is no secret.

The pictures are there, you just take them.

Ifyour pictures aren't good enough,

you're not close enough.

But you have the talent.

It is not enough to have talent.

You also have to be Hungarian.

I must you to know I am General Petrov.

I am a great admirer of you,
figure of goddess,

and it would be honor

for you to...

...dance with me. No, come.

- Come.
- Dance? No, no. No.

You are a goddess.

Dance.

No, no. Come. Come, come. Now.

- Me?
- No, come. Come to dance with me now.

- Hey.
- Come, come, come.

Hey, back off, General Caviar,
what the hell do you think you're doing here?

What I am doing here?
I am doing seduction of beautiful woman.

Come on, I'm not your property.

Sayjust the two of us step outside,
mi general?

We make duel.

I thought Russians had balls.

How about a little Russian roulette?

Yeah?

Sidney, pistol!

- Oh, come on.
- Sidney!

This is madness, what are you doing?

- Ready?
- Wait!

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait.

Go back to typewriter, journalist.

Please wait.
Please, as both of you are about to die,

or one of you, eitherway,
it will be regrettable,

but one thing must be had first.

The honor of Russia is at stake.

Fuck Russia.

Vodka! Vodka.

Vodka. Vodka.

Made for Peterthe Great.

Vodka. Vodka. Vodka. Vodka.

One last drink before you die.

One last. Just one. With caviar.

On real bread.

With music.

Simmer down, Papa.

Come on, we have a film to make.

Take it easy.

I think maybe, today we all learn something,
each day, we acquire an education.

The thing one comes to know about war
are not so simple.

Did you say, "Fuck Russia"?

So what ifl did?

Well, I say fuck America!

My country is here.

Where is yours?

He's right, America should be here.
The whole world should be here.

The fascists are trampling Spain,
and you two are comparing testicles.

It's ridiculous.

No.

We cooked the goat.

No, not Sandor!

No!

You eat!

How could that Hungarian do this?

Sometimes sacrifice is an art.

Soon, disaster swung like a compass needle,
aimlessly, all over the city.

Past the street barricades,
the only sound you heard

was a machine gun hammering
in the University city

and a bird.

It was a crazy war.
We could take a streetcar to the front.

Get this. Get that. Are you getting it?
Are we getting it?

Yeah, yeah. I lost the...

The front was only blocks away,
it was very cold,

and the thuds ofmortar shells
were all around,

but we had a film to make.

Set the camera here.

Get down!

There's stray bullets everywhere.

Look at that.

Fucking grace under pressure.

- Hey, ti]!
- Get down!

Get down!

I invited him tojoin us for a drink afterwork.

Francisco!

You sure taught them a lesson.

You lobbed grenades
right onto their fascist asses.

Good. They deserve it.

Fascism is a lie told by bullies.

One day, Felipe here is
a champion jai alai player,

and the next,
he's hurling grenades instead of pelotas.

Listen to Hemingway.

You'd think his side was winning the war.

There's atrocities on both sides.

The important thing is
to report with objectivity.

Objectivity?

Fuck all your objectivity shit.

What got into her?

Hemingway, no doubt.

There's a cat?

That's no cat.

That's no cat. That's no cat!

Gellhornl

Gellhornl

Mama. Mama.

Mama.

Come on.

Come with me.

Come with me.

Mama!

Mama.

It's okay.

Are you fucking stupid?

You are not supposed to charge out
in the middle of a shelling.

Little boys are not supposed
to see their mothers bleed to death.

Sarita.

- No.
- Check the boy. Get him some water.

- I've got blood on my hands. I can't...
- Then, wash it off.

Gellhorn.

Wash your hands.

More coming!

Bravest woman I ever saw.

SP3/il1g,Gellhorn?

No.

You're supposed to be a war correspondent.
So where's your correspondence?

What are you, just a fucking war tourist?

I---

I can't write. I can't...

I'm trying and I can't get anything.

I---

I feel like I don't know enough.

I don't know enough about
the war and about...

About the military and about... ljust...

I don't...

The only thing that really interests me
is people and their lives,

their daily lives, that's...

And I...

Who's going to be interested in that, really?

There's nothing to writing, Gellhorn.

All you do is sit down
at your typewriter and bleed.

Do what you did in Appalachia,

write about ordinary people, and war

and Madrid.

No, I...

-lt'sjust I...
- Fucking get in the ring, Gellhorn.

See what you're made of.

Start throwing some punches
forwhat you believe in.

Fucking war correspondent.

So, what?

As the bombs fall, you know what
the people in the square are thinking,

"I must get home."

Somehow, you do not believe
you can get killed

when you are sitting in the comfort ofhome.

Gellhornl

Gellhorn. Come on, we got to get out.

My God.

You have the most goddamn sexual legs.

Is this what you want?

It's what I need.

So, how did you get this?

Fell offa ladder.

Skylight fell on me.

Really?

And your leg?

Italy. Mortar.

An Austrian Minenwerfer.

Three Italians with me
had their legs blown off.

God, that must have been bad.

No, I was lucky, knee's still attached.

Kept a bowl by my bed
for all the metal they took out.

Two hundred and twenty seven pieces.

They awarded me the Croce al Merito
di Guerra with three citations.

And he's a hero, too.

I hate the hero words.

And "sacred," "glorious," "sacrifice."

Never saw a damn thing that was sacred.

Goddamn foot fungus.

What?

Bullfighters are plagued by it.

The great matador, Don Junero,
gave me this amazing powder.

Ithinkit was Don Junero.

You think?

The important thing for a writer
is to tell a good story.

- So, is it true about the scars?
- Of course, it's true.

Let me tell you something else about writers.

The best ones are all liars.

It's hard to say exactly the moment
you fall in love with someone.

But I knew with him the exact moment
when I knew I had.

And I knew why.

In that instant, it was his words.
The ones I would never hear.

Whatever private thing he uttered.

Hemingway!

Hemingway!

Hemingway!

Have you seen Hemingway?

The hotel was being transformed
into a vast triage for the wounded.

And it still had all the old furniture,
but it smelled, it smelled of ether.

And it was crowded with bandaged men.

Capa!

Have you seen Hemingway?

I knowthat voice.

- Brooklyn.
- Gellhorn.

I've been thinking about you, how are you?

How are you?

I'm... I'm fine.

- And you? How are you?
- I'm aces, nowthat you're here.

But the Hungarian.

Hey, where is he?

Ask me a different question.

Let me get you a drink.

No, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Iwant you to have this.

It'll make you lucky.

I'm gonna get you a drink.

Here.

There's Papa.

L'lltake care ofhim.

In the event that Madrid should fall...

Madrid will never fall.

In the event Madrid should fall,

there should be no evidence ofthe extent
of Russian intervention in Spain.

Why can't we film this?

Now, let me be direct.

Zarra's brother

is a colonel with Franco.

It's a civil war. Brother fights brother.

In this instance, Moscow believe
brother might not be fighting brother.

What, they think Paco is a spy?

I saw him kill half a dozen fascists
in one afternoon.

Can you think of a better way
to get anti-fascists to trust you?

And you believe this?

I'm afraid it does not matter what I believe.

Moscow is not comfortable with a leader
whose brother sits at Franco's side.

Something may happen.

What kind of something?

Something about which nothing can be done.
But I promise you, he will get a fairtrial.

Fairtrial?

- A man knows his friends.
- In Spain,

Russians can be very good to know.
We control access to all brigades.

And?

Our comrade, Dos Passos...

...is making it hard for Moscow
to continue granting this.

Bullshit.

Dos may be a genius of an ass,
but no one is more anti-fascist.

No one doubts the man's ideals,
I am talking about his behavior.

You cannot deny that Dos Passos,
you might say, is in love with Paco Zarra.

He hears a rumor about him, and suddenly
he is everywhere, talking to people...

War l'Lll'1S on rumors.

Let me be even more direct.

If it appears that Paco Zarra is a spy,
and if it appears that Dos Passos,

the man making this movie with you,
is involved with a spy,

then my hands are tied.

What the hell are you suggesting?

I am suggesting that you tell Dos Passos

that men should not be so emotional.

Tell him to act more like
a man Hemingway would write about.

Hem, did he tell you anything about Paco?

Hem?

Two years later, Koltsov was arrested in
a purge in Moscow and sentenced to death.

He truly believed in Stalin.

Isometimes wonder what he believed
as Stalin 's thugs were dragging him off

to put a bullet in his head.

Mr. Hemingway, how strong
and how big you are!

Yourwriting is phony! It's pompous!

My writing pompous?
Yourvoice is pompous!

Damn faggot!

Don't you try to tell me how to write narration!
What do you know about real war?

Funny how a man has
to prove himself manly, I wonderwhy?

Hemingway is right, your voice is too hammy,
it's a disaster!

You overrated, ass-kissing narcissists!

Fuckthat blowhard! I'll narrate it myself.

I like that idea, Hemingway. Let's try it.

Yeah, son also drinks
a little too much out of war.

- Hello, Orson.
- John, I quit!

What? What do you mean you quit?

This Spanish earth is hard and dry,

and the faces ofthe men who work that earth
are hard and dried from the sun.

This worthless land, with water,
will yield much.

For 50 years, we've wanted to irrigate...

This is working! This is working.
This is much better.

Joris, what the hell's going on?
ljust ran into Welles, he says he quit!

Quit? I fired his ass.

You what? You fired... He can't...

You don't know the first thing
about narrating a film, Hem!

Fucking actors.

Turn the projector off, stop, stop.
Turn the lights on.

With Orson Welles narrating,
it was too theatrical.

But with Hemingway,
we now hear a natural voice, a real voice,

a man who has actually been to Spain
and wants to tell the world.

Trust me. This is working.

Okay.

Gellhorn, incoming bombs.

Everybody else ready? Music.

Projector.

Hemingway, you ready? And, action!

Before, death came
when you were old or sick,

but now it comes to all this village,

high in the sky and shining silver.

It comes to all who have no place to run,
no place to hide.

Three Junker planes did this.

This worthless land, with water,
will yield much.

For 50 years, we've wanted to irrigate,
but they've held us back.

Now, we will bring water to it,
to raise food for the defenders of Madrid.

That was my line. Now it's Hem's?

Hey, wait, Joris.

Joris, where's the shot of Paco on horseback?

You said that was the best shot ofthe film.

Here it is. Paco!

Wait a second, what is this?

You've taken him out ofthe film entirely?

He disappears in Spain and now you're gonna
make sure he disappears forever?

For Christ's sake, Dos, calm down.

Cuts have to be made
to make the film move better.

It's filmmaking, Dos.
There are aesthetic decisions.

Welles' voice wasn't right for our narration,

and now he's telling you
Paco needs to be cut.

Paco is...

It's for balance, it's for the film's good.

For the film's good, or for Russia's good?

Don't insult me.
I risked my life to film this war.

Yes, and Paco risked his fighting it.

For God's sake, Hem,
you don't do this to a friend.

Why is it, whenever I mention Paco...

What is it you're not telling me?

Something I don't think
you'd have the stomach to hear.

Or it's something you don't have
the stomach to say.

It's all right, Dos.

Nobody says a coward
can't make a great writer.

You should go off and write.

We could use a new book by Dos Passos.

After Spain, Dos Passos changed.

He never regretted his stand against Franco,

but because of what happened to Paco,
his politics moved far to the right.

Ladies and gentlemen,
tonight the American Writers' Congress,

which is sponsored by
the League of American Writers,

is proud to present the first motion picture
ofSpain's battlefront.

Directed by Joris Ivens,

and written by Ernest Hemingway
in collaboration with John Dos Passos.

We also have in attendance tonight
Archibald MacLeish, Donald Ogden Stuart...

There are people...

- Shut up. Shut up!
- What are you doing?

God, get off.

- Fuck.
- Fuck you!

- This is your fault.
- My fault?

You don't remember me shoving you
up against awall

and trying to shove your hand
into my knickers.

Cunt.

You want to emasculate me now,
in front ofthe world?

Oh, I get it.

I get it now.

Hemingway has stage fright.

Is that it?

Okay.

This totally feels like horse hair.

And you, in this fucking fur coat.

Papa.

You're on.

You're gonna be fine.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

just back from the Spanish front,

my friend, my hero, Ernest Hemingway.

Papa, come on!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I am a writer.

So, the last thing a writer
should be asked to do is talk.

Excuse me.

Fascists may destroy cities,

but the earth will outlive
all systems of tyranny.

For those who have
entered the earth honorably,

and no men ever entered earth more
honorably than those who died in Spain,

have already achieved immortality.

The film you are going to see
is about such men.

Ladies and gentlemen,

The Spanish Earth.

Just a minute, ladies and gentlemen,
just a minute.

Isee we have a very special guest here,

a woman who has shared
our adventures in Spain.

A writer for Collier's magazine,

please give a warm welcome
to Martha Gellhorn.

Ladies and gentlemen,

people speak of the glory ofbattle,

the sweep of governments,
the majesty of leaders,

but go into the ravaged towns and hold
the hand ofa starving, half-burned child,

and you will know differently.

Myjob,

ourjob,

is to give voice to the voiceless,
to bear witness to the innocent

and to expose the lies
that mask evil with glorious rhetoric.

- Right here, Papa.
- One more?

- Right here, right here, sir.
- Mr. Hemingway!

Appreciate it, sir.

- Papa! Papa!
- Got some good shots. Yes, sir.

- Wait here, Papa.
- One more before you go.

- Mr. Hemingway? Mr. Hemingway?
- Thank you. Very nice. Thank you.

Good job. Thanks a lot.

Thanks a lot, guys. That was good.

Get you guys back on the way out.
Thanks again, guys.

Thank you, sir. Thank you for coming.

- Absolutely.
- Thank you for your support.

Let me give you one ofthese pamphlets.

One foryou here, sir, explaining
everything about the cause in Spain.

Spain got myjuices flowing, Max.

The work's good. I've got a great title.

That's what editors like to hear.

For Whom the Bell Tolls.

John Donne.

"Each man's death diminishes me,
for I am involved in mankind,

"Therefore, ask not for whom the bell tolls,

"It tolls for thee."

It's going to be his best novel.

Believe me, I've edited all ofthem.

Every time I think he can't
get any better, he does.

It is the mark of a great writer.

Exactly. I know.

You should know.

I could say the same
about your articles for Collier's.

Believe me, Scribner's is interested,
ifyou ever want to write a book.

Really?

You can't filch her, Perkins.
I've got her locked up at Collier's.

Stories are so good, we want more.

Actually, you know, lwasn't sure
that gals have the stuff

to be war reporters.

Well, women get bombed the same as men.

Yeah, well, I want to get bombed right now.

Joris, Joris. Great film.
Narration's over the top, though.

Doing...

There he is.

- Critic!
- Let me give you a piece of...

Get over here.

Pardon me for a minute.

- Critic!
- Easy, Hem.

Easy? Nobody shits on your work.

I need another drink.

Hello, Hemingway.

Hello, Eastman. I wasjust...

Max.

I wasjust telling my friends here
what you said about my book. Remember?

I don't believe I do.

"His talent's been outstripped by fear
of his flagging masculinity."

Then you said,

"Come out from behind that false
hair on your chest, Ernest.

"We all know you."

Well, you memorized it.

Oh, come on, Papa, you're not sore?

No. ljust want to discuss it with you.

- See?
- Oh, God.

Do you see that?

That's what a man looks like.

My lord, you're serious.

Let's see what you got on your chest,
you fucking nancy!

No, no. Hem! Hem!

Son ofa bitch!

No, that's it. Move away. Come on.

I got a hairier chest than you, pal.

Hairier!

Hemingway! Hemingway! Right here!

Papa! Right here, Papa!

Second-rate son of a bitch!

Don't you know adultery is a sin?

This is a Catholic home!

You are never getting a divorce.

I won't see you destroyed by some,

some Gellhorn.

You told me you loved me so much,

that love was all that mattered.

Your love is just something
mounted on the wall.

Your love is... Doesn't...
Dirty little sex tricks you taught me

that you probably learned
from one of yourwhores!

Haven't I cared for you through your rages,

and yourjealousies

and your meanness?

I told the world you were a genius.
I gave you all ofthis.

Oh, manly Hemingway. All ofthis!

All ofthis!

To prove you're not a mama's boy.

Comparing your penis to F. Scott Fitzgerald,

telling everyone that yours is bigger?

- I knowthe truth!
- Pauline!

What are you doing?

Take them out of here.

- Take them out of here!
- Whateveryou say, Pauline.

- What's wrong with Mommy?
- Come on, boys. Let's go.

- What's the matter?
- Up to your room.

Do our boys mean nothing to you?

You think I'm going to let you
leave me like you left Hadley?

This time, you're staying married.

You think that this Gellhorn
cares about you?

She is using you!

She will not be your muse.
She will leave you a broken man.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Who wants a Papa Doble?

- Papa whose's?
- Papa Doble.

Two and a halfjiggers
Bacardi White Label rum,

juice oftwo limes, half a grapefruit,
plus six drops of Maraschino.

You whir the whole mess with shaved ice
in an electric mixer,

and you're ready to rumba.

I invented the damn drink, and I own
the house record in drinking them.

Seventeen.

- You're on, son.
- Count me in.

- Right.
- Double sawbuck to the winner.

- Spain.
- Spain!

- The death of fascism.
- Yeah!

Gellhorn's a real thoroughbred,
but she's skittish in the stretch.

We'll see about that.

Nineteen.

I swear by Christ, you're more of a man
than most men I've met.

Just saythat I won.

- You didn't win.
- No, say it. Say it. I won.

We're taking a break. We'll call it a draw.

Draw, my ass, God damn it. I won!

I'm less body weight than you, so...

- Technically, I'm more alcohol than you are.
- Right, so now,

-there's algebra involved.
- So say I won.

Why can't you say I won?

- Say I won.
- Oh, yeah, I bet you're a sore winner, too.

- How much do you wanna bet?
- How much you got?

It's called Finca Vigia.

We can get it for next to nothing.

We can write here together.

What do you think? Isn't it perfect?

We'll have to give the guests machetes.

Who needs guests?

What do you think?

So can we stay?

I still can't believe it.

You never really know
what you're fighting for until you lose.

After Spain, I felt such despair
for the human race.

I thought, "We're forever bitched."

Spain. Spain really broke my heart.

Nobody listened.

Nobody.

And the fascists won.

The fascists won.

You listen to me, Gellhorn.

A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.

If he's still standing, he can fight.

I'm writing to show the world
what we were fighting for in Spain.

A man can be destroyed, but not defeated.

If he's still standing, he can fight.

What time is it?

It was high noon an hour ago.

Writing since 6:00.

Come on, Gellhorn.

Get up and bite on the nail.

Go away.

What are you trying to do, spook me?

Past five minutes, I've watched you.

I've watched you type pages
and let them float into the wastebasket.

Never crumple pages.
Always let them float gently into the basket.

Any writer who rips out his stuff
and crumples it

will be insane in a year, guaranteed.

God, we went through two bottles of scotch,

wine, absinthe, and yet you can
get up in the morning

at the crack of dawn and write.

Writing's like mass.
God gets mad ifyou don't show up.

Come on. You don't write on Sundays.

Yeah, but Sundays, there's real mass.

I still don't understand you and Catholicism.

Happened right after I married Pauline.

The moment I said, "l do,"
lwas struck impotent.

Nada. Sefior Linguine.

She had me go to church. It worked.

I had my very own resurrection.

Hell, lwould have French kissed
John the Baptist for a hard-on.

Oh, there's an image I will cherish.

Afterthat, I figured I'd stay Catholic.

Whyjinxthings? Hey, no snooping.

Come on, muses always snoop.

Whatdid you...

"Maybe today, we've all learned something.
Each day we acquire an education.

"The things one comes to know about war
are not so simple."

That's what Koltsov said.

You...

So, this Karkov,

he's based on Koltsov.

Who knows? Could be.

You don't forget anything, do you?

D0 you?

I forgot one thing.

No.

You're dedicating that to me?

Gellhorn, you inspire the hell out of me.

Wait, no, no, wait.
I've got to talk to you about something.

- Not now. Done by noon...
- But I do!

-...drunk by 3:00.
- I have to talk to you about something.

- Wait!
- That's my philosophy.

Oh, God.

God!

Oh, God.

Life shouldn't be this perfect.
It really shouldn't.

It absolutely should.

A perfect moment.

But it's all still out there.

- What's all still out there?
- The world.

Collier's wants me to go to Finland.

Marty.

In this world, when you find a good place,
you don't leave it.

I know.

But Stalin's expanding west now,
the Russians are bombing civilians.

Don't pretend you care about the Finns.

You just want a war all to yourself.

Well, you're the one who taught me.

Some wars are necessary,
and it's necessary to bear witness.

God damn you. I'm writing a novel here.
Aren't you happy?

I adore you. I...

I absolutely adore you.

But innocent people are being blown up.

Someone has to go.
Someone has to write about this.

You mean someone has to leave.

Iwant to go.

I do.

I've gotta go. There's things that...

There's things I need to find out.

Perkins wants you to write a novel
for Scribner's.

I don't want to write a novel.

Marty, stay here with me.

Happiness in intelligent people
is the rarest thing I know.

Marty.

Papa doesn't want you to go.

Don't "Papa" me.

Will you come with me?

Come with me.

War in the Arctic is a very remarkable thing.

The Finnsjoke that they don't believe
Russian propaganda,

but they believe Russian bombs.

Careful!

Isaw a boy ofnine, standing outside
his burning home, watching the bombers.

He looked up at the sky
with a stubborn, serious face.

He had held himselfstiffly
so as not to shrink from the noise.

Then he said, "Little by little,
I'm getting really angry. "

I'll put my money on three million Finns
against 180 million Russkies.

After all, they are fighting for their lives
and their homes.

My dearest Marty, one thing you must know,

love is infinitely more durable than hate.

Last night, Ihowled at the moon, and some
poor, wretched beast answered from the dark.

Maybe he has a Marty, too.

And so we howled together.

The animal, and the man whom love
has made an animal.

Your book is what will last after us

and make that war intelligible.

Love, you poison my typewriter.

How can I write with every key screaming?

Since you left, I've had hangovers
they could name battleships after.

Today I remember the heat
ofyour naked skin.

Icannot wait to return to Cuba
and wallow in sun and quiet, and above all,

Ishall be glad to be home with you,

where I belong.

Beloved, Ilearned from you not
to have the vanity

to think the planes were looking for me
and all bullets had my name on them.

I'm tired, and I wish I were with you.

I am stinko, deadly lonely.

We must promise and pledge
and swear out loud

to the love-drunk gods on high
that we will never...

And let's never...

Leave each other again.

Never leave each other again.

You're home.

Oh, the maid quit.

Iwonderwhy.

What, you go away for two months,
then waltz back and bitch?

Come on.

Got something that will make you happy.

You lookterrible.

I'm fine. Now.

Ijust spent two months in the Arctic
missing you like hell,

and I come home to a Tijuana whorehouse.

They don't look like this.

Well, you would know.

- How do you write those letters?
- It's notarized.

Oh, my... You got a divorce.

Thing had to be done, I did it.

What about Pauline?

It was bad.

I did it for us.

- Us? But I didn't ask...
- So we could get married.

I have a horror of marriage. You know that.

I'd rather sin respectably.

Well, I'd rather make
an honest woman out of you.

So what do you think ofthat?

- Mr. Cooper, over here!
- Mrs. Hemingway!

- Hemingwa y!
- Mrs. Hemingway!

Bravo, Hemingway!

Miss Dietrich! Miss Dietrich!

I have never been happier.

Last time you said that,
you ended up in Finland.

What is it now?

What?

Chiang Kai Shek.

China!

Collier's has made me an offer.

Christ. Here she goes again.

My assignment is to show what Japan
is really doing to innocent people in China.

And an interview with the world's
most powerful couple.

- Well, that's us, isn't it?
- Come on, be serious.

Me be serious?

You love yourwife, Jackson?

Some days.

Some days.

Man's a Plato.

So what do you say?

What do you have against China?

You know how filthy China is?

Come on.

You like filth.

I had an uncle there. A medical missionary.

Had to take out his own appendix
on horseback.

Forget your uncle's appendix.
No one else is covering this.

This could be our war.

Oh, jeez. How many wars do you need?

Don't think of it as war.
Think of it as a paid honeymoon.

Our honeymoon. Come on.

- Don't you want a honeymoon?
- This is our honeymoon.

A real honeymoon. Real.

- Come on, Hemingway, please?
- Marty!

Say yes. Please.

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Gellhorn.

- A man can't let his wife go alone to China.
- No, he can't.

Especially if she's blonde.

That's right. It would be very dangerous.

Who knows what would happen.

Thank you.

Ihad been in Finnish cities
during bombing attacks,

and Madrid was swept almost daily
by artillery fire,

but China was in a class by itself.

As the Japanese destroyed,
the Chinese residents repaired.

Endurance was the secret Chinese weapon.

The Japanese should have understood that,

and everyone else had better remember it.

She has, a whatchamacallit, bound feet.

Her feet were bound and she cannot walk.

The Japanese are bombing everything.

What is that?

- No...
- You must be careful.

No, I hear...

Go no further.
There is nothing we can do for him.

This is off-limits.

Are you certain you want to go in here?

Yes, yes. I do, Mr. Ma.

Be cautious, madam.

No.

No, no, you must not use the water.

It's very bad. Very...

Come on, we're celebrating.

For Whom the Bell Tolls is selling
like ice cream in hell.

Clement said it's the finest book
written this decade.

Maybe the whole goddamn century, eh?

Tell the one about Garbo's pants again.

- Hey, it's the Marty.
- It's very bad.

She washed her hands with the water.

She what?

You must want to suffer.

I must. I'm in love with you.

We must hurry, please.
I have gotten you a whatchamacallit,

an interview with
Generalissimo Chiang Kai Shek.

Madame Chiang, you look even better
than you do on the cover of Time.

Thank you. You know what a bore it can be,
posing for magazine covers.

The Generalissimo wishes to tell you
communism is a disease ofthe heart.

The Japanese are a disease ofthe skin.

Beautifully put, Generalissimo.

Yes, the communists hamper our army
against the Japanese invaders.

You must tell your friend, Roosevelt.

Oh, we will. You can count on it.

You must also tell him not to worry
about Mao orZhou Enlai.

These are the communist leaders.

So-called leaders, of course.

No one can replace the Generalissimo
in the hearts of his people.

May I ask, Mrs. Hemingway,
do you believe that war is men's business?

Does it really matter?

In China, it seems like all ofthe businesses
are run on slave labor.

I mean, the people...

The people are starving.

I met a little girl in an opium den today,
and she was...

So many sights, and you visit an opium den?

Perhaps you enjoy opium?

No. I nevertouch the stuff.

But I can see why your people do.

Your opinions are so interesting.

But I believe that we know
what is best for our own people.

Chocolate?

No, thank you.

So is it best for children
to be working in squalor?

And it's best for lepers
to be on the street, begging?

That's so interesting.

If not civilized.

Civilized?

Your wife has a wonderful sense of humor.

She certainly does.

China was a great civilization

when your ancestors were living in trees

and painting themselves blue.

Which ancestors are they?

Apes or Gellhorns?

You will have this.

No, I couldn't take it.

I insist.

Well, thank you, it's lovely.

You see, we're not so uncivilized.

Some balls, Gellhorn,
telling offthe Empress of China

in front of Chiang Kai Shek.

You don't thinkthey'll invite us back?

We'll be lucky ifthey don't hang us.

What the hell got into you?

Ijust keep seeing that little girl
in the opium den.

It upsets me.

They don't take care oftheir people.

I need some calamine.

My hands, they're just...

You must stop scratching. It's very bad.

You have the whatchamacallit?

What's whatchamacallit?

China rot.

Too late for calamine.

You need...

You need some ofthis...

No, no, no. What is that?

Snake urine and bat whatchamacallit...

- Come on.
- Yes.

This will work.

Stop scratching. Put this on.

Right away.

There you go.

Now, you need some gloves.

Here.

These are the best.

Motorman's gloves.

E"j°yillg your honeymoon?

- Go to hell.
- Alreadythere, dear.

Should we go and scare up
some ofthat snake hooch?

Yes, sir.

Gellhorn.

Zhou Enlai wants to meet
you and Hemingway.

Make sure you're not followed.

Just walk. We'll find you.

But hurry.

You see that woman?

What woman?

Damn it, she disappeared. She...

She said that Zhou Enlai wants to meet us.

Who is he again?

Well, he's the big commie
that Madame Chiang said not to worry about.

Which means she is worried.

I like him already.

We'll have to ditch you know who.

Mr. Ma?

She said to just keep walking
and they will find us.

Quick.

Come.

Please. Get in.

Put these blindfolds on.

Why the hell will we do that?

Zhou has many enemies.

Betteryou don't know how to find him.

This should be fun.

How fast can they pull these things?

Depends who's chasing them.

This is some fucking honeymoon, Gellhorn.

Black flag. What does that mean?

It means there's cholera there.

Cholera?

We're headed ashore.

A line of men, like dark, straining statues,

pulled the towrope with their sampan

and slowly moved the heavy barge forward.

They chanted to time their effort.

And the sound came as a rising
and falling wave across the water.

You may remove the blindfolds.

I'm Zhou.

Zhou Enlai.

The one you're not supposed to worry about.

Hello, Zhou.

- I'm Gellhorn.
- Hemingway.

Adrink.

To Hemingway and Gellhorn.

I believe where you come from,
it is called moonshine.

Where I come from, it's called gasoline.

I admired A Farewell to Arms.

You understand the real heart of war.

The movie, however...

- You saw the movie?
- Yes.

But I'm sorry.

Helen Hayes was not Catherine Barkley.

Don't blame me. Okay?

When it comes to Hollywood,

I drive to the border,
toss the book over with one hand,

then grab the cash with the other.

Sounds very glamorous.

Not as glamorous as
an underground communist leader

up against the Generalissimo.

Oh, yes.

Ilive simply

'cause my people live simply.

Most of us do not have chocolates.

It's not often Chiang removes
his teeth for guests.

You have excellent intelligence.

Gellhorn. I see you have one
of Madame's jade brooches.

She was very insistent.

Did she mention they are made
by blind children?

The Chiangs own the factory.

My wife thinks that
Madame had Chiang castrated.

Your wife knows a lot about castration?

Wouldn't surprise me.

Castration is an elective at Bryn Mawr.

My friends in America tell me
you know Eleanor Roosevelt.

Quite well.

Brilliant woman.

Inform herthe Generalissimo is the past.

A communist victory is inevitable.

I wish we had more time to talk,

but unfortunately, I have a country
I must defend against the Japanese invaders.

Take care.

So, how do we get back from here?

Mr. Ma.

So, whose side are you on?

There are no sides.

There's only the past and the future.

Now, you must wait here.

When it is safe, we will come to get you.

Zhou's a winner, don't you think?

Oh, he's entrancing.

I mean, he's...

lmean...

lntoxicating.

I mean, if he asked me to follow him,

lwould follow him...

What, you sit here
on our so-called honeymoon

and tell me you want
to run off with Zhou fucking Enlai?

Ithought you liked him.

Ilikealotofguys.

Iwasjust musing.

Musing? A wife doesn't muse
about fucking other men.

Fucking?

Who was ever talking about fucking?

I'm talking about a charismatic leader,
someone who's intoxicating.

Well, why do you have
to make it about fucking?

Fucking?

I don't want to fuck him.

I'd love to interview the person
who made this stuff.

Oh, Little Miss Human Interest.

Don't you want to be careful,

or you might lose the sweep of history
with all your people stories.

History is people.
You should get out ofthe bar more.

I like bars, I met you in one.

Well, I like to get my stories firsthand.

Well, this one you got on both hands.

Zhou fucking Enlai.

It had been scandalous selfishness
on my part.

In that moment, Iwanted to praise him

for his generosity and letting me
drag him to China.

His forbearance for not murdering me,

even his awfuljokes.

I wanted to Iet him know that
I grieved for his time wasted

on a season in hell.

- Thank you...
- Take your filthy hands off me!

You're the biggest asshole!

You are!

Where are we?

In a fucking cave.

Somewhere in China.

We told Mrs. Roosevelt

all that we had seen,
and she was very sympathetic.

And she encouraged us to speak
to the President and the State Department.

We spoke to the State Department.

We said Zhou Enlai was the man to watch.

We told them the communists would win.

Imagine that.

Communist China.

Forthat,

we were branded fellow travelers.

I thought it was funny.

But Hem didn't like it.

He didn't want the government thinking
he was a pinko.

Ibelieve it made him extra patriotic.

Right on target.

He stopped writing,

and he spent all ofhis time
with his cronies on the Pilar,

hunting for U-boats.

People say thatjealousy
is the greatest enemy oflove.

They're wrong.

The greatest enemy of love

is boredom.

Colebaugh. It's Gellhorn.

I wanted to be where the real action was.

Why do you think?
There's going to be an invasion in Europe.

I want to cover it for Collier's.

That's Hem and his buddies playing war.

They managed to get the Pilar
designated an official Q-boat

for destroying German submarines.

I am not going to write a piece on Hem's hunt
for German submarines in the Caribbean.

Because it's ludicrous.

That's why.

In six months, he hasn't found so much
as a floating sauerbraten.

That's a damn cat.

They multiply hourly down here.

I know how the army feels
about female correspondents,

but, I mean, come on.

I'm battle-tested.

I'm different.

Come on, Charlie.

You got to help me out here.

But you told me that Collier's
loves my stuff on Finland and China.

You'll get back to me?

Damn.

- You had their balls cut off?
- I did.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- What? Me?

- Wait a second. Whose balls got cut off?
- The cats.

She had them de-cojone-d!

No! What'll they do at night?

One thing they're not going to do
is spray my clothes.

Everything I own stinks!

Stinks of cat stink!

You're obsessive, you know that?

You're obsessive about being filthy!

Yeah, well, men aren't tulips!

Please. A grown man playing war?

Nobody here is playing.

Felipe here can throw a grenade
down the hatch of a sub

the second they open up.

I am performing a service for my country here!

How patriotic. A nonstop, rum-running party.

For God's sake, Hem.

German submarines in Cuba?

You wouldn't put that in a bad novel.

What novel are you calling bad?

- Here we go.
- For your information,

not a single U-boat has made it through.

Fine. Fine.

You keep America safe for democracy.

Iam goi"9-

That woman loves humanity,

but can't stand people!

I always said that, didn't I?

- You did.
- I did.

Gellhornl

Papa, forget about her!

- Gellhornl
- Papa!

Don't you walk away from me!

You berated me in front of your friends.

You've become a braggart,
and it's not attractive.

What the hell do you need from me?

I don't need anything from you!
There's going to be an Allied invasion.

- I need to be there.
- Oh, that's right.

Run off whenever there's a cause.

We have an obligation, don't we? As writers.

What happened to your conscience?

You know what? You're giving it back to me.

I'm so inspired.

I'm going to be flying over in aweek.

I have secured a position.

Well, that's fantastic.

So we're going together.

What?

What?

- What is it?
- Congratulate me, darling.

I'm going to be
the correspondent for Collier's.

For Collier's?

No, come on. This is ajoke. You...

You know they can only take
one correspondent.

It's dog-eat-dog out there.

Oh, my God.

You could have signed anywhere.

You took myjob.

You took myjob at Collier's?

I know. I got some hefty shoes to fill.

You've done some excellent work.

Are you trying to make it impossible for me
to love you?

Oh, come on, sport.
I could be killed overthere.

That'd make you happy, wouldn't it?

I don't even...

You asshole!

Jesus.

This is...

So, how are you flying over?

- Government transport.
- Really? Okay.

Get me a seat on the plane.
It's the least you could do.

No can do.

Men only. Military.

VVhy?

Hem, why?

So Dos Passos was right.

What was that priss ever right about?

Oh, about you, mostly.

He said you were a self-serving,
selfish bastard.

- You didn't need to do that.
- Yes, I did.

You know a hell of a lot,

but what you don't know
is how much I did need to do that.

You get back here.

Fuck you.

Gellhornl

Gellhornl

Oh, God.

Waste oftime.

They'll still be reading me
long after you've been eaten by worms!

Fuck you!

Eaten by worms!

There was talk everywhere that
the invasion was going to happen.

And my problem, with no connections,

was how to be there when it did.

Hey, where are you going? Where you going?

Oh, I'm doing a story on nurses for Collier's.

Good luck, blondie. Go.

So Istowed away

on a hospital ship.

People will be writing about this sight
for 100 years,

and whoever saw it will never forget it.

After the first shock of wonder
and admiration,

one began to look around
and see separate details.

A gun flash, a distant war.

Barrage balloons,

like comic toy elephants,
bounced in the high wind.

And invisible planes droned
behind the gray ceiling ofcloud.

Troops were unloading from big ships.

On the shore, moving up four brown roads
that scarred the hillside are tanks

clanked slowly and steadily forward.

We waded ashore having agreed
that we would assemble the wounded.

Everyone was violently busy
on that crowded, dangerous shore.

The dust that rose
seemed like the fog of war itself.

There was the terrible feeling
of working against time.

There were wounded who groaned
in their sleep or called out.

"And there was the soft steady hum
of conversation among the wounded

"who could not sleep.

"Stop.

"It was a ship carrying a load of pain.

"But we were together.

"And we counted on each other.

IISt°p."

Ernest, are you all right?

Yeah, of course I'm okay.

What did you say your name was again?

Mary.

Mary Welsh.

I can tell you're my kind ofgirl.

What kind ofgirl is that?

The kind that takes care of a man.

Looks after him.

Keeps him going.

I like that.

I could do that.

Yeah?

That's lovely.

It's Italian, isn't it?

Mrs. Hemingway!

Mrs. Hemingway?

Mrs. Hemingway!

Are you Mrs. Ernest Hemingway?

VVhy?

And that, children, is the best way
to handle a knife-wielding Chinese!

Ernest is a great storyteller.

Oh, my God. It's the Marty.

First journalist on the beach at Normandy.

Though she's not really accredited.

No home and hearth for my wife.

She'd rather be married to war,
isn't that right, Intrepid?

I heard you had an accident.

A scratch.

Obviously hasn't affected your personality.

Unless you came to gloat, why did you come?

I don't know.

Iguess...

Guess ljust came by for a divorce.

Marty.

- Papa, what are you doing?
- Marty!

Look what that bitch has done to him.

Marty!

Gellhornl

Sir, you're bleeding.

Gellhornl

Marty, it's me.

Go away.

Marty, open the door.

No, I'm not letting you in.

You're plastered. Go away.

Marty!

I told you I want a divorce.

Open up, Mrs. Hemingway.

Mr. Hemingway loves you.

Oh, my God. Look at you.

You're the queen of heaven.

It's too late.

No.

Marty.

Give me a chance.

I deserve a chance.

Come on.

Ifwe get divorced in Cuba,
then we don't have to wait.

Always up on the local customs.

Fucking journalist.

Fucking bitch!

I gave you everything!

Gellhornl

I made you!

I made you!

It's over. It's enough!

Go away.

Please go away.

Bitch.

God.

We were good in war.

And when there was no war,

we made our own.

The battlefield neither of us could survive
was domestic life.

I try not to think about him

since I fear I cannot think about him
with kindness,

but only with dread.

God, how I hope the problems
ofmy own tiny life don't

blind me to everything.

There were two things that most affected
my view of the world.

One.

One was the defeat of Spain.

And the other...

...was Dachau.

And Dachau was minor
compared to Auschwitz.

It was an unbelievable horror.

A thing so horrendous
that you could not take it all in

without becoming frenzied
and hysterical and mad.

I fled.

Ispent the night weeping,

and I think I lost faith
in this whole wretched human race.

Feels like a big one.

What are you doing, Papa?

Papa?

Papa!

Papa!

Pull it in, Papa!

Papa!

Papa! Papa!

Do you remember that song?
The song we used to sing?

Itjust came to me.

Aren't you glad I moved us out here,
away from those bars?

When I think of how you used to carry on...

There you go.

You need your peace and quiet.

We need to focus on keeping Papa healthy.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.

As a writer grows in public stature,

he sheds his loneliness,

and often his work deteriorates,

for he does his work alone.

And if he's a good enough writer,

he must face eternity, or the lack ofit,

each day.

Miss Gellhorn?

You are considered to be one ofthe greatest
war correspondents of all time.

For the past 45 years,
you've covered conflicts everywhere.

Burma, Singapore, the Middle East,
Central America,

Vietnam, Africa, Bosnia, on and on.

And for a woman to have done all this...

Were you trying to put yourself in danger?

I don't have those complexes.

That's something men do.

Yes. Men.

Well, since you mentioned men...

Well, we're both journalists,
I'm sure you'll understand.

Our viewers would like to know more
about your relationship with the man

who was most synonymous with masculinity.

No.

Something about your debt?

My debt?

Your debt to Hemingway?

The man has been dead for 30 years.

He tortured no one so much
as he tortured himself.

Iwish him peace.

That's all I have to say on the subject.

I do not see myself as a footnote
to someone else's life.

Turn it off.

We're done.

Thank you, Miss Gellhorn, for your time.

My dearest Marty,

one thing you must know,

love is infinitely more durable than hate.

God damn it.

It's Gellhorn.

I've decided to go after all.

Why? Because, as usual,
The Times got it wrong again.

All that drivel,
all that goddamn objectivity shit.

I'm going to be on the next plane.

No. Well, God damn it,
I'll pay on my own dime.

I can't wait for you to grow a pair of balls.

You relax.

No.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I love you, too.

I'm not dead yet, you fuck.