20.13: Purgatory Page #4

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who stole the bartender's wallet...

Who?

Sons of b*tches!

Z, I can't see anything.

Where are they? Where are they?

Come over here, and keep in line.

Looks like the fireworks display

at Our Lady of the Graces festivities.

- Wonder if we'll ever get back there.

- Protect yourself, for f***'s sake.

Where are they? Where are they?

I can't see a thing.

- The rifle's jammed, f***.

- Shoot now... Shoot now...

It stopped! It stopped!

It's stopping. It's stopped!

It's stopped!

It's stopped, guys! It's stopped!

Keep calm! Keep calm!

- Dinis! Dinis!

- Now what's up?

What happened?

Dinis, stop kidding around!

Dinis! Dinis!

He goes to make another mark

in the "Felinos" shield.

F*** this.

- Hey look, Montemor...

- Huh?

Wasn't Dinis from your town?

No. The only person in this company

from my home town is Z here,

Montemor the New.

Rafael's older than me.

That's why we've got these nicknames.

Bring me some soup.

But the truth is, we're both

from Montemor-o-Novo.

Thanks.

This guy sleeps everywhere.

Sleeping beauty woke up.

Welcome to the war!

Listen up, how on earth does a guy

leave the warmth of hot French c*nts,

and get stuck here in the infantry?

If you fled the country,

why did you come back?

I didn't flee the country,

I went to work... when I was 17.

Any kids?

A little girl.

But it's really shitty over there...

You can't get a job if you

haven't done your military service.

Except for guys like you.

- I'm a fisherman.

- Yeah...

You always go fishing for Marlboros.

Hey Viegas, when you were smuggling,

didn't you ever have to fill

in any of those papers

saying you'd completed

your military service?

No, but I think I've already served.

Who knows whether

I'll get through the night.

Coming to bed?

No. Actually I came to tell you

to pack your bags

and to be ready to leave at dawn.

There should be no shortage of

helicopters ready to come to fetch you.

Well... I actually had

something else in mind.

Like it?

I bought it especially for tonight.

You wasted your money.

You might as well have thrown it away.

Not that you're exactly

hard up for cash, are you?

And we both know

how much that disturbs you.

Which is not only stupid,

it doesn't benefit you.

Sure...

You pay great attention

to appearances, as we both know.

I don't need to look in

the mirror to know who I am.

I know who you are.

I know you've got two faces.

You know where the shelter is,

don't you?

You'd be better off going there.

It's bullshit.

Just to keep us awake.

These sons of b*tches

are going to drive us crazy all night.

I thought they'd land right on top of us...

They know that Lieutenant Santana

left with our best platoon.

The n*ggers from the fields

tell them everything.

That gave me an idea...

Before they finish us off,

why don't we do one of them in?

What are you talking about?

We've got one of them locked up?

Are we going to let them kill us

before we take one of them with us?

I'm going to go over there

and do that son of a b*tch in...

Are you crazy?

You're all out of your minds.

You want to screw up your lives?

Think about it...

I'll take them all on.

I don't need anybody, I'm going there

and I'm going to blow his brains out.

No, Badagaio. Let's go smoothly.

You're going to f*** yourselves up.

And don't say you weren't warned.

All hell's going to break loose.

Wait, for Christ's sake.

I'm finishing. Careful with the wound.

Thank you.

Doctor...

Is something the matter?

No. Everything's fine...

You can call me Venncio, if you like.

You know what, Venncio,

in the middle of all this confusion

I feel a little bit useless.

Can I help you in any way?

Actually you can,

I don't know where Vicente is.

If you like you can keep Lito company...

Yes?

- Come quickly, please.

- What's up?

It's the prisoner... Looks like

he was stabbed twice in the chest.

Let's go.

- Who did this?

- I don't know, Doctor.

Badagaio and Maciel

found him like this...

Shine the light here.

Is he dead?

His race is highly resistant.

But he's lost a great deal of blood.

Poor thing...

That wasn't here

when the prisoner arrived...

Then the Lord rained down

burning sulfur...

Viegas?

Go and call Lieutenant Gaio.

On Sodom and Gomorrah

from the Lord out of the heavens.

Looks like it's going to be

a longer night than we thought...

Maybe the prisoner had

some valuable information and...

and that's why they're now

trying to kill him or free him.

First and foremost,

I want reinforcements

in the shelters and at the gate.

Lieutenant Pizarro shall assume

command of our defense,

under my direct orders.

As for you, I should remind you

that a valuable prisoner

was under your guard,

and if you'd interrogated him,

you could have helped us

to avoid today's attack.

Do you think they'll attack again?

If they do, we'll respond

with efficiency and bravery.

If this goes on like this, the only

solution will be to send a group

in order to destroy their cannon.

That's out of the question.

The cannon is located

outside national territory.

We have to discover who

tried to kill the prisoner.

Otherwise we may have

to face a court martial.

Perhaps you, Lieutenant Gaio,

have an explanation for what happened.

No? You better have one,

before the secret police arrive tomorrow.

It'll be even worse if the man dies.

- Is he going to die, doctor?

- Ask me again tomorrow...

Hey, what are you shooting at?

Sir, I think I saw someone

moving out there.

- What did you see?

- Someone moving out there.

You're the one who needs glasses,

not him.

Sir, what if they hit the armory?

They sent over two fat plums

a moment ago... They just missed it.

If they hit the armory, we're f***ed.

Those bastards know this

sh*t better than we do.

Hey, wake up!

- What's up?

- What do you mean?

You gave me a funny look!

Me? No.

You're sh*t scared.

I was thinking to myself...

You sang really well tonight, Z.

Really, really well.

It was really beautiful.

You're a lousy liar, Rafael.

You shouldn't be ashamed.

There's nothing to be ashamed

about in being frightened.

I'm frightened as well.

The secret is screwing up your a**hole

as tight as possible

to avoid shitting yourself.

- I'm frightened, but that's not it, Z.

- What then?

I had this terrible dream.

I dreamt something so bad, so bad,

so bad, I'm frightened to repeat it.

I dreamt we were caught in an ambush.

We were caught in an ambush,

understand?

And you died.

And this is so similar to my dream...

So similar that it really scares me.

Died? Me?

Who'd look after you then?

Who?

- We're a team, right?

- We sure are... Like a pair of oxen.

Excuse me, Sir, excuse me.

This idea came to me and I...

I got hooked on the idea, Sir,

I got hooked.

I don't know how I could do

something like that.

God strike me dead.

- Have pity on me, I...

- Cut the crap, stand up, stand up. Now!

Where's your knife?

Knife? What knife?

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