Captain Corelli's Mandolin Page #4

sulphur ointment...

...surgical spirit, neosalvarsan.

Iodine, scalpels, collodian,

bandages, lint.

Perhaps your officer

could bring supplies...

...when he comes.

My father is not here.

He'll be home this evening.

You don't even know who I am.

Mandras?

I walked all the way...

from Epirus.

No boots.

I wrote to you every day.

A hundred letters.

And not a single reply.

I never learned...

...to read or write.

Oh, Lord, what a stench.

It's worse than pigs.

You see, Pelagia, what a state

these men get into...

...when there are no women

to look after them.

And I don't care

if he's been to war.

If we catch his fleas and lice,

I'm going to skin him alive.

Ammonia, oil of sassafras,

and zinc for scabies.

You're a woman and...

and you know so many things.

At least you can see

what you are getting.

Not much of a bargain, is he?

You fall in love

with the person, not the body.

Love enters by the eyes

and also leaves by the eyes.

Take it from me.

We beat the Italians.

We had them running.

But we couldn't

fight the Germans.

If I could cook...

...I would exchange jobs with you.

In fact, I might retire.

Bella bambina!

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I don't mean to embarrass you.

I'm Captain Antonio Corelli...

...and that man

is one of our heroes.

He has a hundred medals

for saving life...

...and none for taking it.

A brave Italian

is a freak of nature.

Said like a true Greek patriot.

Captain Corelli?

I want a word with you. Now.

I want an explanation.

I want to know why

you have defaced the monument.

What monument?

You have changed

the inscription to Latin.

Do you think you can

so easily erase our history?

Is this how you wage war?

By the chipping away of letters?

- I must protest.

- You cannot protest. There is no excuse.

I was about to protest, because

I was not responsible for it.

Pathetic.

If you could tell me

where I'm going to sleep...

In my daughter's room.

But where will

your daughter sleep?

It's none of your business

where I sleep.

Ah. Tonight I'll sleep

in the yard.

Tomorrow I'll request

alternative accommodation.

I have made an arrangement

with your quartermaster.

You are staying here

whether you like it or not.

But your daughter's bed,

I feel it would not be...

I don't care how you feel.

That is not my problem.

I am not the aggressor.

You understand me?

This is very good.

This is Cephallonian meat pie.

Except that,

thanks to you people...

...it doesn't have any meat in it.

I could bring some food.

A little wine,

perhaps some panettone.

We don't accept food

from the enemy.

Maybe a little panettone.

I am going for a walk.

The curfew starts

in one hour's time.

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