20.13: Purgatory Page #2

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concern. It's as simple as that.

What if the circumstances

had been different?

Such as?

For example, if you had to decide

between defeating the enemy

or bringing one of your man back alive,

what would be your priority?

- That depends.

- Depends?

Yes, it depends.

It depends on what we're fighting for

and whether it represents something

I myself would risk my life for.

The problem is that it shouldn't

depend on such questions.

It should only depend on the mission

that you pledged to fulfill.

That you dedicated your honour to.

For which no soldier is obliged

to sacrifice his life,

but wherein all of us must

accept the risk of dying.

That's what it depends on,

isn't it, Lieutenant Gaio?

Larga-Larga?

You still glued to your weapon?

He has put so much oil on it,

it'll squirt instead of shooting...

We'd be better off

giving him a hosepipe,

that way no one

would be in any danger...

True...

Larga-Larga!

Looks like you've got mail!

- Maciel, still got some raffle tickets?

- Sure.

Gimme the 22.

See that?

No one touches it, okay?

You're wasting your time anyway.

It's not the weapon that's damaged,

Larga-Larga.

- You're the one who's beyond repair.

- Sh*t head.

Forget about it, maybe he was unlucky.

But hey, this will give you some luck...

At least I was there. Unlike the other

bastards, who didn't show up.

- I had diarrhea!

- You mean you were sh*t scared.

As if there was any way of telling

there'd be trouble.

And you would have come in handy.

At least someone who knew

how to handle the mortar.

Badagaio was always wide off the mark.

And Lito paid the price.

You want your letter, right?

You took your time getting here...

Looks to me like a girl's handwriting...

Girlfriend back home? Huh?

Or are you planning to get married?

Here it is... You're lucky it's small...

It should only take you

about a week to read this.

The problem is when

you reach the end,

you'll no longer remember

the beginning.

Maybe it's better I read it for you

and give you a summary.

I'd do you in, before you'd finished!

Poor little thing,

no need to get all in a tizz.

Can't anyone joke around anymore.

Calm down.

Forever.

Come in.

Despite being a priest,

he's a great guy...

How long have we known each other?

Since we were kids...

We always got along...

- We have a gentleman's agreement...

- That's right.

For example:
He doesn't talk to me

about spiritual pleasures,

neither about the...

What's the expression?

- Of the... eternal life...

- About the delights...

About the delights

of eternal life in paradise.

Pleasures that I'll never

have the chance to experience

due to my lack of faith...

And he doesn't remind me

about the earthly pleasures,

or the vibrating sensations

that I swore to abstain myself from.

But it's not so easy, is it?

- Fancy a beer?

- No, thanks...

Everyone has their own mission...

If you'll forgive me,

I'm going to have a bath.

I've had my fill of missions for today.

And you look like you're about

to dedicate yourself

to the mission of love thy neighbor...

He really doesn't know how to read,

does he?

- Who? Him?

- Hmm.

If he knew how to handle a weapon...

So, this took place

far from the festivities...

Yes, further away, beyond the fountain.

Other than the things that you said,

you didn't do anything else?

For the love of God.

I wouldn't lie to you, Sir.

Especially given that you're a priest.

Larga-Larga, pass us the ball.

It's hard for me to be the one

who has to tell you this...

But there's no way you're

the father of this child.

The months don't match,

and what you did wasn't enough

to get the girl pregnant.

But Sir, what have other people

got that I haven't?

I didn't go to see you, because I couldn't!

I couldn't, Leonor!

- You know what's happened, don't you?!

- Very handy, wasn't it?

I sometimes think that you don't have

the faintest idea who I am.

I have exactly the same feeling

that I'm married with a man, I don't know.

It's a very unpleasant sensation.

Ask me!

Ask me what you want to know!

Everything.

Everything.

You, on the contrary,

never change, do you?

You're the one who

doesn't pay any attention.

Or you prefer not to look...

I see we're going to end up

with the same old conversation,

the same old crap.

Except that this time it won't

wind up the same way.

You can be sure of that...

Good evening and welcome...

Welcome, gentlemen... Ladies...

Welcome to Mozambique,

this beautiful land...

- So how long will you be staying?

- That doesn't depend just on me.

I hope you've left

all your problems outside,

because tonight,

is going to be a chic evening!

You mean a cock-eyed evening!

With the cockrel crowing at midnight

mass, given by our chaplain!

Tonight is held in homage to Lito...

who can't be with us tonight.

To Lito! To Lito!

Now forget everything,

absolutely everything.

And just remember one thing...

- Life is beautiful...

- It's beautiful!

It's stunning!

And now, all the way from Braga,

let's hear a big hand for Corporal VCC...

Excuse me.

See you later.

Excuse me.

I think we should all just be friends

and wish good luck to Dinis here,

given that things didn't go too well

during rehearsals

and we already lost three volunteers.

That's true...

A round of applause for Dinis.

No one told me anything

about the volunteers.

Look... You finally chirped up.

It should be noted that Dinis

was the only person

willing to accept

to take part in this magic act.

It's true! It's true!

I'll have to teach lots of things tonight.

You know what this is?

It's a saw...

Dinis, did you sh*t yourself, or what?

What are you doing here?

- Sorry, Sir.

- Off you go, Henrique, to your shelter.

Where do you think you're going?

Don't be a fool!

Going to do the round?

Yes, I'm going to.

- You know what this is?

- It's a saw...

No. Nothing of the like...

It's a relationship-cutter.

My dad told me something

that I'm going to teach you tonight.

How to terminate a relationship, okay?

You need a relationship-cutter,

a floosie...

Another round of applause for Dinis.

This won't hurt a bit, Dinis.

Now for the crucial moment.

Silence, please.

This bit's going to be very dangerous.

Silence, please.

Does he have the right to a last wish?

Does he or doesn't he?

You butcher.

Look what you've done to that man.

First you saw the guy in half,

then you caress him.

My dad was right...

Help me... He's dead.

Keep calm! Friends, brothers,

companions, come on!

- Hey! Where've you been, man?

- I went for a walk!

Before beginning my magic trick,

I'd like to ask our captain's permission

in order to do a little Arabian trick,

imported all the way from the Indies.

It's a little bit of belly dancing, may I?

If you'll permit me, Sir.

Okay, lets go. Watch carefully...

The men drink too much and

this is the result, Sir. I apologize.

Larga-Larga, have a drink

and you'll get over it!

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