Bad Blood Page #4

...a crude coffin on top of a cart,

with the people following behind.

And then?

And then, he would notice who was

the person closest to the coffin...

the one who was walking

right next to the coffin.

It was always someone local,

and he was always

the next one to die.

So he had those visions... but did

he warn the people in the village?

Always. In the beginning,

nobody paid any attention...

because he had the reputation

of being half-crazy.

But later, people began to realize

the man was always right after all...

- They say he never missed one.

- And what do you call that?

Even having happened like that...

...coincidence.

Excuse me, Father... but that

is one hell of a coincidence.

By another amazing coincidence...

I have here the exact amount

for another two glasses of brandy!

Ricardo!

Why don't you come

and do your drawings inside?

It's freezing out here!

You not going to catch flu,

are you now!

Come on, son!

I don't know how you can stand it.

One can freeze to death out here...

Good morning!

I'd like a coffee, please.

Thanks.

Go on, drink it, while it's hot.

Go on, Ricardo!

Lena!

Your dad's arrived and

you haven't had your breakfast yet!

Then he'll say we're always late

because of me.

We're just coming!

Don't you be late now, please!

A good time...

It's always at a good time...

- Hello?

- Lena!

Lena! Can you hear me!

What's wrong?

Nothing, it's nothing.

See if your brother eats,

dad will be here in a minute

to pick us up.

- So where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

I am mad.

I have gone crazy...

I didn't say that.

My children are behaving bizarrely...

Xavier doesn't listen to me,

I never know what he's thinking,

seems like his head's on the moon.

I see Sofia's scared,

Rui seems indifferent...

Or else it's me

who's imagining all this!

Which isn't surprising,

because now I even hear voices!

There are moments when everything

can seem illogical to us,

but you have to stay calm.

You're still adjusting to a new life.

It's not surprising, with everything

you had to do in Lisbon...

Maybe you still haven't been

through your decompression...

I hear voices

and no-one's in the house!

The other day

I left the kitchen door open

and when I got back it was shut!

And there was nobody in the house!

Decompression, Father?

Decompression?!

Father...

Tell me one thing.

Me being a nervous wreck...

...is it to do with the weather,

with this area?

Or is it something to do

with the house?

They're silly stories, folklore.

But it's also true

that you have the right to know.

But bear in mind,

these are stories that

have been distorted over the years.

It seems that people enjoy

feeling a shiver down their spines.

Let me be the one

to decide what I think about it.

I'll tell you what we'll do...

I'll take you to meet someone who's

the best one to talk to about this.

Do you want to ask your husband

to meet us there?

So it's a silly story...

...but you don't wish

to take responsibility for it.

I couldn't tell it properly,

I don't know all the details.

But if you're asking me, yes,

I'll do without the responsibility.

So?

Did mum and dad say anything?

They went to do

I don't know what.

They'll be out for a while.

You've to go ahead with the dinner.

Why does that not surprise me?

May we come in, Father Vicente?

So now you drink at this hour?

What's the problem?

No problem...

At least, not for me.

It's just unusual...

As far as you know...

Yes, that's right.

And the exams?

Did you do well?

As always.

Pass me the white wine?

Wine in the pot.

Another example of waste.

It gives it a great flavour.

What's the waste?

A girl like you,

with a baby in her arms already.

What?

A woman like you,

without a man...

Are you crazy?

What kind of talk is that?!

Why have you never said

who the baby's father is?

Why do you insist...

...on this single mother bullshit?

Leave me alone, Rui!

Why did you defend me

in the arguments with mum and dad...

and now you're disturbing me

with this?

Was it good?

Did you enjoy it?

When my nephew's dad

f***ed you good?

He has two things I envy.

His age, of course.

And his name.

His name?

Have you ever seen a name

better-suited

to suffering for Christ?

Father Cruz! (Cross)

Father Vicente, if you don't mind...

I was coming to the point, yes.

Godofredo Monteiro, wasn't it?

- No, that's not my grand-uncle.

- No, sir.

Your grand-uncle was Guilherme,

a good friend who is sadly missed...

and who I had

the good fortune to know.

Godofredo had been his...

I don't know...

your tetra great-something...

It was he who had the house built,

which is now yours.

He was a very rich man...

with a fortune in land...

but he always wanted more...

Today, you can't tell,

but the land around the village

for about 350 acres...

formed a kind of perfect square.

And the man swore

that all of it would be his.

Most of the peasants

obviously sold him

their land and houses willingly.

For him it was loose change,

but for these people

it was making more in one day

than for years of back-breaking work

in the fields.

It was at this time that people

began moving away...

in search of a better life.

So convinced was he

that he'd bought everybody out,

that it never crossed his mind there

would be anyone who, quite simply...

...didn't want to sell his land.

Your fourth great-something

tried everything.

He even ended up offering

double the normal price.

But Ismael was more

stubborn than he was.

I don't even know if he really

didn't want to sell up...

or if at some point it was really

only to irritate Godofredo.

I only know,

because that's how the legend goes,

that one day it would end badly.

No-one knows exactly what happened.

Some say it was Godofredo himself

who gave the order...

others say his men got drunk

and decided to do the job.

They say the screams

could be heard from miles away,

that everyone heard

but no-one came.

Not even to try to save

that mother and the children.

Then, the next day...

They were a night and a day

in the state those men had left them.

And, with the second night falling,

Ismael arrived.

No-one knows where he buried

his wife and children...

but it was there, near the house.

Then he ran all night,

into the forest,

without looking back.

And it happened

the most extraordinary thing.

No-one can say if it was the Devil

or some other demon

of the darkness.

Or if, upon seeing

the pain of that man,

there appeared the most

improbable face of God:

His wrath.

Being so,

nothing can be as terrible

as His vengeance.

Some believe it was God

who looked upon Ismael...

and transformed him into His beast.

A wandering, eternal creature,

his instrument...

against the evil of men.

A vengeful God?!

Very angry.

Now it makes sense why these people

are always so mysterious,

why they always seem

to be waiting for something.

You know, people grow up

hearing the wrong things...

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