Alien Intruder Page #3

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the cause of your ruin.

You can treat us

some other Sunday.

Yeah, to a crust of bread.

Time to get up!

Time to get up!

- Dad, Mom, it's us.

- Mom, are you there?

Can we go on an

excursion with Angel?

- She said to come in.

- didn't hear anything.

Yes, you're to go in.

What have you got there?

A head resting

on your shoulder?

What are you doing here?

- Came to ask permission?

- Permission?

- You'll let us, won't you?

- Say yes and sleep on.

If you fall in, what do you do?

You swim to the picnic site!

And if you can't swim?

General anesthetic!

- Mustn't forget our manners.

- Of course not!

Was asleep, but did hear

you talking to somebody?

Yes, the kids have gone

on an excursion.

They know they're

not allowed in here.

Yes, but they were smart.

- They sent Angel in instead.

- What?

To ask permission, Angel has

taken them out for the day.

Some excuse.

Angel is a spoiled child

but he's harmless.

Can't you get over

your grudge against him?

He was your friend.

Let's not torture ourselves.

While he's here,

that's all he is.

A friend,

or an unfortunate relative...

...who's staying with us

until he gets better.

How also could it be?

Hello?

Yes, yes, how are you?

No, he's awake.

I'll put him on.

Pete Anton.

Good morning, Pete.

Yes.

And the sedimentation speed?

As high as that?

Yes, of course.

Wednesday, absolutely.

Bad news?

Very bad.

And you're glad.

Yes.

Wait, Rami.

This is where we met.

We were about your age.

Dad, Mom and me.

The inseparables.

Luisa was sitting there.

I'd swear...

...it was that very step.

She'd hurt her foot

and couldn't go on.

Do you remember, Luisa?

Both our families came here

one Sunday afternoon by chance.

You sat, with one foot bare,

looked at me and said...

...'Don't stand there

like an idiot'.

Don't stand there

like an idiot!

That's it, yes.

The left foot.

What did do?

- You?

- Dad.

Am Dad?

You arrived all of a sudden.

Coming down the steps,

just where you are.

You looked at us

for a moment...

...and then ran off shouting.

What did you shout?

What Dad shouts.

Last one's a monkey face!

It's me...

...Angel!

I'm Angel!

Can be your friend?

Wait for me!

He's pretending again.

Angel, you're playing

aren't you?

Now, listen.

This is a secret between us.

Promise me.

But there's some hope.

Luisa, darling, again?

- You're not being clear.

- What more can say?

Doctors always avoid the truth.

We still don't know the truth.

But you're talking

about something terminal.

Pete Anton says there are

symptoms, to be confirmed...

...of something serious,

but he must do more tests.

- This is awful.

- Luisa, darling, please...

We know everything.

The shoe, the pier

and the secret beach.

- You should say hello.

- Where have you been?

Last one's a monkey face.

And Uncle Angel?

- A bit queasy, but all right.

- Why is he queasy?

We were racing and he beat us.

He's gone to his room.

We're supposed to apologize for him.

He was a bit tired

when he came back.

Not in bed yet?

Do you love me?

Angel, it's just some tests,

to be on the safe side.

You came back yesterday.

The little girl who pursued me

so cruelly until today.

Please, I'm talking about

your health, your life.

Please?

What do you want?

To watch me die?

Is my lousy life

so important to you?

Stop!

Your breasts...

Always taunting... out of reach.

Who are you now?

A saint sacrificing herself?

Do you think the doctors

can fix this?

You can do it, you can.

You can do it.

When you're ready. Doctor.

Take it easy, this won't hurt.

Are you cold?

Bastard, now she's mine again!

Mine...

Mine...

Very good.

- What is?

- The examination went well.

No need to repeat it.

Now we have to study

the scan in more detail.

If die, hope it's not from

anything serious.

We both know this

is all useless...

wright?

In medicine, no diagnosis

is infallible.

Thank you, doctor.

Have you no simple prescription

for this poor patient?

- Don't torment yourself.

- No, not any more.

My role is undoubtedly

the tougher one.

You think so?

Neither of you

is making it easy.

I'll play the part.

I'll console her

and put up with you.

But this situation

does have one advantage.

It makes extreme

measures unnecessary.

Just have to wait

a few days, or weeks

...until you die!

Right!

In these exceptional

circumstances...

...have some advantage too.

When caressed her again,

recognized her skin.

It was Luisa.

Her quick fingers,

her welcoming knees

...her sweet back,

beside me once again

Her tongue is

more experienced...

...her breasts fuller.

If may, I'd happily take...

...a piece of her ass

to the other world.

I'll wait for you two

in limbo...

...entertained with

my piece of ass...

...a little piece,

like a relic...

...a token of our horrible,

wretched life...

...happy. stupid...

...very original

and frighteningly mundane...

...all at the same time.

Do you understand?

Tell me if you do.

No, she doesn't understand.

His pancreas.

I'll skip the technical terms.

His pancreas is failing.

The pain will start.

Actually, it's started

but he's hidden it.

In any case...

...it'll become unbearable.

He's got three months.

Three months at best.

There's a mistake.

No, it's better

if you accept it.

Can't.

He knows.

We don't have to pretend.

- No can just help him to die.

- don't want to.

It's the eternal game

of the unavailable.

Fate, destiny...

We're all subject to it.

Three months...

Not a year? Two, three?

Don't think the Wall of China

is the best place now.

This time, if go,

I'd prefer a shady place...

...cool and deep.

But wouldn't like to go alone.

- That worries me.

- don't want you to go...

...but if you do,

will you take me with you?

A week, a day,

I'd settle for a day...

...and a night too,

of course on an adventure.

If you go under the bridge...

...I'll bring you a bowl of soup

now and then.

Bridge? What bridge?

Don't you know that

poor people without houses...

...live under bridges?

He said a deep place.

It must be a mine. Right, Angel?

A gold mine.

It could also be a cesspool.

This time, if go,

won't say good-bye.

Want everyone to forget me.

Like the poet, have a great

curiosity for journeys...

...including those from which there is

no return.

But, afterward, when you speak

of me, never say...

...'Poor Angel'...

...or anything.

Promise me.

Thank you, everyone...

...for everything.

Here.

One every four hours.

It's all we can do.

Don't get taken in.

He's dying, but he'll

still put on his show.

You know him as well as do.

I've come to be with you.

You're not alone.

Let me die.

If you have to die...

...let it be from my kisses.

He's going to die.

He's almost dead.

He's crazy.

They all are. Her too.

She's acting strange, like she'd

drunk a lot of wine.

Whatsit happen?

If they quarrel, we'll all

have to sleep on a bench.

Or under a bridge?

It'd be better

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