Bad Blood Page #3

But what fears, after all?

Fears of what?

Usually, of all that's unknown.

Are you saying that people

who understand that kind of argument

stop believing

in superstitions for good?

I think blind belief in superstition

is proof of the failure of religion,

especially of the Catholic religion.

Now the conversation is getting

too intellectual for my head...

There's no harm at all

in analyzing the status quo...

The Church neither rejects,

nor can it reject, progress...

new approaches.

No, Father. I believe

you're speaking for yourself,

but don't tell me that the Church

is interested in modernism!

First of all, Father Cruz

can stop being defensive,

with the official speech!

And he still didn't explain

how far they reach

these superstitions, or beliefs,

or whatever you want to call them!

It doesn't help to lock the doors

or shut the possessed

in closed rooms.

The Devil enters and leaves

through the keyhole.

To prevent the Devil attacking...

lie face-down,

to protect the heart...

Don't forget the 'Tardo'...

What 'Tardo'?

The 'Tardo' is the Devil

in the form of a cat.

It urinates on the legs

of young women in heat...

This conversation is only to show

what kind of things

people believe here.

Despite the secular presence

of the Catholic Church...

Perhaps because of just that...

No offence intended to my guest...

The problem is there's not much

Father Cruz can do about it.

I've got a better idea.

You can judge for yourselves...

- You could take part in a session.

- A session?

- Spiritualist.

- Spiritualist?

It's also part of local folklore.

But I don't think the Church

is to blame for that any more...

Hold on!

What's happening?

You complain people are superstitious

and you organize sances?

To me, it's fun.

And there are always those

who believe, at the time.

Let's try it!

I just hope you didn't

get a bad impression...

On the contrary...

It's actually fun to find out about

places so full of superstitions...

Don't you think, Father?

- I'm sorry, I didn't hear you...

- Lena, your son's just arrived.

What a surprise!

- Little sister...

- I've missed you!

So, it's agreed, then, Professor.

You'll fax the Secretary of State?

You scare my whole family...

but you still show a lot of respect

by calling me Professor.

You'd better go inside,

these evenings are treacherous.

See you next time!

Now that your son's here,

do you want me to finish the report?

No, forget it,

don't even think about it...

Thanks for your trust!

Oh, Professor...

What about the sance?

Do you still want to come?

Don't you think

that's enough already?

- It's just a bit of fun, Father.

- And nobody's forcing anyone.

We still haven't told him

the stories about this house...

This house is an icebox!

- I think dad had a good drink...

- Why?

Mum said he fell into bed snoring.

- And mum? Has she gone to bed too?

- Yes.

Mum went to bed.

He passed out.

How long are you staying?

I don't know...

A few days, we'll see.

"I don't know...

A few days, we'll see. "

Look, I think I'll go upstairs,

I'm freezing.

Go on, then.

I'm not sleepy yet.

Check everything's locked.

Go to bed, ok?

Jesus Christ, pray for us.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us.

St. Joseph, pray for us.

St. Theresa, pray for us.

St. Anthony, pray for us.

St. Francis of Assisi, pray for us.

St. Expeditus, pray for us.

St. Rita of Cassia, pray for us.

Are you crazy?

You come in like that

without saying anything?

Don't think you're sleeping here.

In a while

you're going back to your own bed.

Ready?

My friends...

My friends.

Before we begin,

I'd just like to say something.

We already know the rules,

but today, as we have new faces,

I'll repeat myself:

The great barrier to mediumistic

unity is the intellect.

So, just for today,

don't hide in logic.

Don't reason.

In fact, don't think.

Life is made up of experiences.

Enjoy yourselves.

Xavier!

Don't you remember me?

Don't you remember, Xavier?

Conceiao...

From the railway...

I'd pulled your cap off,

you'd be furious!

I didn't mean any harm.

But the more annoyed you got...

...the funnier I thought it was.

You grew into a handsome man!

You were such a gawky little boy!

- Good afternoon, Doctor.

- Hello, good afternoon.

Something wrong?

Just as well you ask.

Do you think...

...we could have a little talk?

Of course, no problem.

Do you want to come in,

or shall I get my coat?

I've already told you...

a lot of nonsense

goes on around here.

That's just the point, Father.

I was expecting nonsense,

as you call it.

Like a circus act, something that

makes your hair stand on end,

but that you find funny later.

I also don't see any reason

for you to change your opinion...

Why don't you, Father?

I think Lus and Antnio

must have played a good trick on you.

Very elaborate,

the way they like to do it...

They asked one of your family,

then told the woman...

and prepared the act to impress you.

Nobody knew, Father.

Nobody had any idea.

What do you mean, nobody knew?

Absolutely nobody?

Nobody, Father.

Somebody must know.

You must have told somebody

and forgotten later...

Your wife, a friend...

It's stupid,

but the image scared me.

My sister and I,

to get to school...

we had to walk over a level crossing

every day, one without a gate...

My mother made me wear a hat,

a ridiculous cap...

either because it was very sunny,

or because it was very cold.

I hated that cap!

Every time we passed there,

the railway guard would hide

and knock my cap off with a slap.

I imagine I don't need to ask

what the woman's name was...

Conceiao.

Couldn't they have asked your sister?

She died, Father,

more than ten years ago.

Surprises annoy me, you know?

At my age, with all I've studied...

with all I believe, and mainly,

with all I don't believe.

It's natural

you feel this way now,

but later you'll see that this has

a much simpler explanation.

You'll see, there's something

that's escaping you.

You can say that again, Father...

Life is full of the most amazing

coincidences, Xavier.

Even in this case,

which seems really incredible...

even if I do think

you've forgotten something.

But it's still possible

it's a coincidence...

an enormous one, an odd one,

but it's possible.

There was a carpenter from this area,

who lived here for about 60 years.

People used to say

he was a clairvoyant.

So much so,

that most of the time

they didn't want to hear

what he had to say.

Why not?

Because his most famous prophecies

were who would be next to die

in the village.

It always happened to him

in the same way.

The man would be approaching

the Hanging Crossing...

so-called because it's said

that in the past

they hanged murderers there.

He would be passing

on his way home...

and, sometimes,

he would have visions.

But what kind of visions?

He said that he would see,

when he got to the crossing...

a funeral procession...

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