The Pride and the Passion Page #4

My father and brother were sentenced

by General Jouvet to be hung.

The general admired me.

I went to him.

He hung them anyway.

In the hills with the others,

I had one prayer - to die.

I had no hope, no purpose.

Until a man who was

the son of the shoemaker came.

He gave us a reason to live, to fight.

That was Miguel.

Well, then, I'd say

you've been grateful long enough.

- I am staying with him.

- You mean you're living with him.

But you don't love him.

That's the part of you that's cheap.

The British captain and the guerrillero's

woman - not a very good match.

I'll take my chances.

Enough to fire the cannon?

He said he'd do that himself.

Miguel doesn't always

mean what he says.

I won't apologise to him.

You won't have to.

I have already done that for you.

How much French cardboard

can a man eat?

Three days, this and water.

To pull this gun, a man needs food.

- You are not a man yet.

- (laughter)

He follows you anywhere,

and you make fun of him.

Jos, they are only teasing you.

I can do as much as any of them.

You know it.

More.

You are young and brave

and strong and handsome.

All any woman could desire.

And, besides, you're intelligent. And...

All right, Juana.

That's enough. I give up.

(shouting)

Excelencia. Excelencia, please!

Excelencia! Excelencia, please!

There are children in the village.

Give us back our food. We will starve.

At least the bread. Leave us something.

Miguel. And cognac!

- What is the matter?

- I doubt if you'd listen.

What is it?

- We need the food, don't we?

- We need the peasants more.

- What do you know about peasants?

- Obviously I know very little.

But I know you expect thousands

of them to meet you at vila.

Let me worry about the peasants.

I'm tired of you and your ideas.

Every village we come to

will hide their food.

And when we need help

with the gun, they'll disappear.

All right. You are in command. I give you

permission. You handle the peasants.

Go get the money and pay them.

In pounds sterling.

He's wrong. You'd better tell him so.

I know peasants. I live with peasants. I do

not need anybody to tell me about them.

- Of course not.

- You think he is right?

- I think perhaps...

- You think too much for a woman.

I think you are right, Miguel.

Miguel. Tell him you are sorry

for what you said.

Jos.

Wipe your nose.

An entire encampment wiped out.

Pretty picture - the invincible French

army running with our nightgowns on fire.

And still they elude us.

We are strangers in their house, General.

They know where to fight, when to hide.

They're hiding now someplace.

They will move again,

and I think I know where.

- They have help.

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