Black Bread Page #4

A Guard just told me.

- Where are they?

- At the fence.

Don't go out.

Stay up in the loft.

It's the safest place, son.

They're here.

And you get back in your damn room!

- What's all this?

- Statutory search.

Our house and stables are open to all.

Come when you like.

You heard her. Carry on!

Now?

The sooner the better.

To put an end to the reports.

What reports?

With this family's record,

we're sure to find hidden things.

- We don't have anything.

- We'll find something.

- What are they looking for?

- Hell if I know! Inexistent things.

They must think we sell

black market flour

or smuggle tobacco from Andorra.

Rumors from people who hate us.

The loft is locked.

- Where are the keys?

- The owners have them.

Break the door down.

Harder, dammit, harder!

Come on!

Can I kiss my son goodbye?

Tell your mom not to be so stubborn

and talk to the Manubens.

Here, drink this.

We can't stop this.

We can't save him.

Yes, Florncia.

We can lodge appeals,

talk to lawyers, the Town Hall,

the Union, the "Movimiento".

Move heaven and Earth.

They made all this up,

he was too important to pardon.

Florncia.

What did your father whisper to you?

For you not to be stubborn

and talk to the Manubens.

- We won't get anywhere with them.

- Don't be like that.

I prefer not to.

There's something about them.

These are men's affairs...

You want me to go running

to kiss their ass?

If they can help your husband,

it's more than worth it.

We'll be OK, Andreu.

Not everything can turn out so wrong.

I'm cast from a different mold. Your

dad will get ill in that hellhole.

- Here, put these socks on.

- I don't want to. They have holes.

They want our heads bowed? Fine.

Now they'll see we're poor.

There's no need to dress the part.

It's not enough to be poor,

we have to prove it. Come on.

Father wouldn't like this.

He already had his way.

Look what it got him.

Mrs. Manubens is very rich

and she likes children because

she doesn't have any.

So be nice and make

a good impression, OK?

Now make that pitiful face

I showed you.

Come on!

Get up, get up!

You can go.

How are you, Florncia?

You can't even imagine, ma'am.

I feel so bad for you.

This must be Andreu...

He looks so much like Farriol!

The same eyes... identical.

- This boy needs a good steak.

- You're right, ma'am!

Poor thing, it's not his fault.

I don't know if I can be

both mother and father.

A child needs a father nearby

to grow up honest.

You're influential,

the authorities listen to you.

Look, Florncia, let's get this

straight. What did your husband do?

Nothing, ma'am!

He wouldn't hurt a fly!

He had to do something bad if the

prosecutor wants the death penalty.

They say he killed Dionis Segui, but

that's the shopkeepers who hate him,

they can't forgive him for

being the competition or his politics.

What's wrong with this boy?

I have to pee.

Come. Come with me.

When you're done go to the kitchen.

The maid will fix you a snack.

Girl! Take him to the bathroom.

Then fix him some

hot chocolate, OK, son?

You come with me. We shouldn't

talk about this in front of him.

Sit down. It's a snack for you.

Florncia, here.

Take this to the Mayor

and he'll know what to do.

Thank you, ma'am.

I don't know how to repay you.

Farriol is a good man.

Don't start again.

I'll do what's necessary,

but you know what I think.

Dionis Segui was bad company.

And forgive me for saying so, but

you loving your man

doesn't mean he's innocent.

I have a letter from Mrs. Manubens.

Come on in.

Come on, get up.

Leave the boy.

It's better if we talk alone.

Wait for me here.

You should have chosen better,

Florncia.

Now I have better livestock.

I'm sick of my mom dragging me around

to make people feel sorry.

Is it true your dad killed that guy?

Lies! Pitorliua killed him. I know it.

- That can't be.

- Why can't it?

Mr. Madern says Pitorliua

has been dead for years.

And the screams from Baumes cave?

Yarns! Pitorliua is dead and buried

in your village cemetery.

Aren't the festivities

in your village on Sunday?

Yes.

So I'll come with you

when you go see your mother.

Who's that?

Dionis Segui's wife.

Poor thing's not all here.

Look, it's that one!

How do you know it is?

Mr. Madern told me it's

the only one with an archangel.

A silver one at that.

My mother has a photo

of a boy with that name.

And the flowers are fresh.

Your mother puts them there.

My mother? Why?

Must be to help him purge his sins.

What sins?

Impure sins against nature.

Poor thing...

If they hadn't damaged him...

What happened to him?

You know what a castrate is?

- A fag that doesn't have any balls.

- Exactly!

They have no use for them so they

rip them off. Like they did to him.

But why?

He played the dyke for

Manubens' brother

and stayed with him in Baumes...

until they taught him

a lesson one day.

They just wanted to haze him,

but it seems someone brought

pig castration cord

and they tied it to his privates.

To frighten him, for laughs...

but things started to warm up

and with a strong tug...

they tore them right off.

Who was it?

A bunch of village men.

But the real work was done by two.

- Who were they?

- Two rats.

One is buried here back over there

and the other...

He'll also be here soon.

That's a lie.

My father says Pitorliua's alive,

hiding in a cave.

There you have it.

Don't believe

what your father tells you.

You'll open your eyes some day.

All that's left in the cave

is Pitorliua's blood

and his cursed shadow.

To hell with the story of

the bird from the cave.

Where's Nuria?

In church.

She wanted to see the festivities.

Come on in and eat something.

I brought some figs.

Why do you have a photo of Pitorliua?

They show you that at school?

To pry into other's things?

You never tell me anything!

You want to know my things

but I can't know yours!

Look, Andreu...

I have photos of Marcel Sauri because

he gave them to me when he left town.

- Why? Was he your boyfriend?

- No, please...

Marcel was...

the nicest person I ever met...

and cheerful!

We loved each other like brother

and sister, but he was too delicate.

He wasn't cut out for this

and they made his life hell.

By doing what?

They kicked him out of town...

that's it!

All those things

are over and behind us.

But you know something?

Now I'm proud I kept his portraits.

It's not wrong to have photos of

a friend who gave you flowers,

who treated you like a princess.

It's comforting to me

when I think about how

the others treated him.

You think nobody else ever entered it?

Yeah, right!

I bet there are still

blood-stained rocks.

And knives.

Don't be stupid.

They did it with a cord.

And if they killed him later?

He didn't die here.

He ran away from town.

This is where they castrated him.

It's incredible

he could live without...

Or that you've lived

in the country all your life!

What about pigs and horses?

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