All Is Silence Page #6

Hurry, Leda!

Santi, come quick!

Chumbo! Chumbo!

Hurry!

Every year, Inverno and Chumbo

gave their donations to Our Lady

of the Sea, the Virgin of Carmen.

And it was Inverno who paid for

the new bell.

It's fitting to ring it now

in this requiem.

God is light.

He sees everything.

What to be thankful for

and what to punish.

Remember this.

Let it guide your course.

In summary,

God isn't as dumb as we think.

May Inverno and Chumbo

rest in peace.

And pray also for Chelin,

who lived the life of a dead man.

The religious ceremony is over,

Marshal, sir.

Now you can carry out His will.

Don't like the party

you're planning.

This is sacred ground.

Just a little tribute, Marcelo.

The music they liked.

In Noitia, a funeral used to be

a funeral

and a party was a party.

I'm leaving, my work here is done.

Your work, thank God,

is never done.

You have to protect us.

We're your flock.

Marcelo, let's meet some time

and talk about Unamuno!

Know I'm outside,

but the day die

you'll have to cry.

Cry and cry.

Cry and cry.

You'll say you didn't love me...

Do you trust me, Fins?

Your silence worries me.

Go ahead, Grimaldo.

Look.

This is the Mino River,

the Tui Bridge...

Here, in northern Portugal,

this Sunday,

there's a meeting.

A very important one.

Very few people,

but very select.

You should take a look.

Why are you telling me this?

Got two pieces of news

from the doctor today.

The first was very bad.

have cancer.

But the other was wonderful.

The disease...

will kill me very quickly.

How was the funeral?

I've seen better.

The priest and the mariachis...

weren't bad.

Brinco,

Lieutenant Colonel Alisal

has been arrested.

Our people are dropping like flies.

I'll have to disappear

for a while.

Go somewhere far away, son.

Hell, for example.

If you can, even further.

Brinco!

They always brought you luck.

Why didn't you go with him?

You should take your son

away from here.

Something bad might happen.

He didn't ask me.

Can find out where he is

if you want.

Is it true you can'! type

without looking at the keys?

What does that matter?

I'd like you to write

a letter for me.

To make up for all the letters

you never sent me.

There are people

who have never gotten a letter.

Come on.

Close your eyes and I'll dictate.

Have no paper, Leda.

Good.

Like the sound of the keys.

My dear friend,

now all is "silence".

- Did you spell it with an?

- Yes.

Good.

How did it go?

"Now all is solitude,"

pain... II

No. Don't write that.

Wasn't going to.

Bastards!

Die!

Leda, run!

It's burning, see?

Yeah, can see.

Can see it's burning.

Should we put out the fire?

Why are you asking me?

Have to decide

if the fire gets put out?

Who am?

Who?

Is anyone still inside?

Nobody.

What's in the suitcase?

Nothing, my things.

Memories.

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