For Whom the Bell Tolls Page #14

Come, Ingls, now they need us.

- Where? - To join in with El Sordo.

To die there?

Don't you realize they're lost?

It's too risky.

We have to think about the bridge.

Why that's our friend El Sordo!

- Listen... - I listen to that!

Are you afraid

to fight for our friends?

Roberto!

We could hear the firing at the cave.

I was afraid...

You shouldn't have come here.

- I let her. She was half crazy.

She thought you were fighting.

- Why aren't we fighting?

They want to go to El Sordo.

- Have you lost your minds?

What kind of locos are you?

Men, not women!

- Then act like men!

You'll die soon enough.

- Swallow your tongue and choke!

Silence!

What use is courage

if you have no head?

El Sordo has both.

He'll understand.

Was he coming with the horses?

Looks like he did his best

to lead them away from us.

Did you hit him?

- Pot full of grease-backed bat.

I'll tell you

who's a pot full of grease:

Pilar. She knows we are dying here.

What could Pilar do?

- Take them from the rear. - How?

They're all around the hill.

100, 200... maybe more now.

Bandidos, cobardes! Can you hear me?

You sons of four-legged devils!

Surrender now, you bandits,

before our planes blow you to bits!

Will they send planes?

With bombs or machine guns?

- Both, my son.

I'm giving you a chance to surrender

before the planes come.

You hear what I am saying, bandidos?

Let's insult him.

Maybe he'll show his head.

Do you surrender?

- Who has a big pistol? - Here.

The planes are coming!

Do you surrender?

He can't wait for the planes.

He wants to be a hero,

to lead us back

with a rope around our necks.

Have you seen any movement since the

shots? - No sir.

What do you think?

- I don't believe it.

Why shouldn't they do it?

They knew they had to die.

It's better than being bombed

or captured, isn't it?

I think it's a trick.

What about the planes?

They should have come a long time ago.

How many shots did you count?

- Five. - It's ridiculous

if they are dead! Ridiculous

to hide down here from dead men!

I think we should wait

for the planes, sir.

Fire, cowards, if you are alive!

Fire on a man

who has no fear of you!

Shoot, you saffron-bellied swine!

Now do you believe me?

No one's alive up there.

You! Go up and see.

Don't you hear me?

- Yes, my captain. - Then go!

Do you hear me? - Yes, my captain.

- Why don't you go then?

I don't want to, my captain.

- You don't want to?

I'm afraid, my captain.

- Captain Mora! - Lieutenant Berrendo!

It is possible the soldier is right.

- Right to say he's afraid?

Right to say he wants to disobey?

- No sir. Right that it's a trick!

Don't you hear me, they're all dead.

- You mean our comrades on the slope?

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