Black Bread Page #5

Sure, but a person...

Come on, light it.

Look.

It was here.

Pitorliua...

Look,

Dionis, Pauleta's husband.

Look, the other starts with an F...

Francesc or Ferran or...

Or Farriol.

It's dark out.

We should go...

Nuria?

Nuria.

Look at the f*ggot!

F*ggot!

Andreu!

Andreu.

Where are you going like that?

You'll catch cold.

Now what's wrong? What's wrong?

Go get dressed.

We have a permit to see your father.

- I won't go to the prison.

- What's wrong with you?

- I know what he did to Pitorliua.

- What do you know?

Don't pretend.

He castrated him like a pig.

- Says who?

- Pauleta was at the cemetery...

You think you should listen to her?

Don't you see she's nuts?

- And only wants to hurt people?

- Don't lie to me, dammit!

Come here.

Look, Andreu. These years

were hard for your father.

We were living on my pay only

and almost lost the house.

- Dionis offered him a job.

- And that has to do with?

It was to scare him into leaving.

- Mrs. Manubens would pay them.

- To castrate him?

No, just for the hazing with grease.

Thing is, Dionis was a brute and,

God forgive me

for badmouthing the dead,

he was heartless too.

But I swear your father

had nothing to do

with how it all ended.

Don't judge him.

He's suffered so much

seeing me work like a slave,

hearing you want to be a doctor

and not being able

to give us anything.

Maybe your father made mistakes,

but he did it for us,

especially for you.

If you fail him now,

he'll go to pieces.

Look, they're coming out!

Andreu, up you go!

- Is that him? You see him?

- I don't know. I'm not sure.

Come!

How are you?

OK.

- Has your wound healed?

- What?

Your wound. Is it healed?

Yes, yes, it's healed.

I brought you clothes and food.

I gave it to a guard.

Everyone sends their love. They're

fattening a pig for when you get out.

No, Florncia.

It's all over.

You hold on.

It will be OK, you'll see.

How's the boy doing?

Fine, he doesn't miss a day of school

and he's doing well.

Give your father a kiss.

Give this to your mother.

Tell her to get it to the Manubens.

Lady!

I'll kick that kid back in place!

Andreu, come!

What did your father give you?

Hide it, hide it.

Mrs. Manubens is very bossy,

right, grandma?

With all that money she can be.

But she looks sad, doesn't she?

I don't think so.

Poor people. They lost a son

not even 1 and never had more.

And this is Pere, her brother.

They made him marry

a woman he didn't love

and sent him to France.

May he be in Heaven.

He could have had everything,

you see.

Whereas we, who have nothing...

well, we're still alive.

- Can I go?

- Wait, we haven't finished.

When you're finished,

come to my room.

- OK.

- I'll be waiting.

Hey, Andreu!

I'd like to know

why all the portraits!

They're only good

to use in obituaries.

Come in.

Sit, sit.

I didn't know your father was in jail.

The Manubens told me.

They asked about you, your ability,

your knowledge, your behavior.

And to ask you if you want them

to take care of your studies,

if you'd like to get a degree.

It seems your father's case

isn't going too well.

My mother said the lawyer will fix it.

Sure, you never know

until the last minute, right?

But they say

that if it doesn't go well,

your mother could get along better.

I mean... without you...

What do you think?

I don't know.

Look, the Manubens

don't have children,

and want to adopt someone.

I already have parents.

Andreu, you have to be sure

about this.

You can continue studying,

or stay here working in the fields

or a factory. That's all there is.

Wait.

- What?

- They've come for Andreu.

That's a very important decision.

Think it over,

it's a good opportunity.

Know that I'm telling you this

because I love you and your cousins.

Well don't love us so much.

Go on, they're waiting for you.

Andreu.

Look, I lost my parents

when I was very young,

so I had to do what I'm doing

and not what I wanted.

If I'd had an opportunity like you,

I'd have taken it.

You're you and I'm me.

- What did he want?

- Nothing.

Andreu, let's go.

- Your mom's waiting for you.

- What's wrong?

She got a permit to go to the jail.

But we went last week.

They're taking him to Barcelona.

Oh, bad sign. It's what they do

with those who don't return.

Are you stupid or what?

Come here.

Come, sit, I'm tired

of sitting all day.

They asked me if you want a priest.

No priests.

They're all leeches and traitors.

- Hey, Andreu?

- Yes.

Know what?

I heard that owl singing

last night,

and knew he was singing for me.

But I'm not sad,

so you shouldn't be either.

We won't see each other again,

will we?

No.

Now, Andreu, listen closely.

We don't have much time.

The war has hurt us all badly.

But the worst part of war

isn't that people go hungry

or have to escape,

or even that they kill us.

The worst part of war is

they make us forget our ideals,

because without ideals

a person is nothing.

So to me the most important thing

is what's here

and in here.

You must protect that like a treasure.

Will you do that?

And now go,

your mom and I have a lot to talk

about before our time runs out.

I brought you something.

To keep you company.

Not much time left for company.

You'd better take him home with you.

Look after him, OK?

And your mother too,

take good care of her.

You have to mourn for a year.

Your mother, the rest of her life.

Poor thing...

Executed like a criminal.

They didn't let me see him

even in his last moment.

Quirze, sit over there.

Don't shed a single tear.

No need to make them feel sorry.

I'm in charge of the funeral.

We had no time to make cards.

Next Sunday we'll hand them out

if they let us do the burial.

Say hello to Macia.

He's letting us bury

your father in his niche.

Or we'd bury him

in the ground like a dog.

You come with me.

What do I tell that poor woman?

Tell her what I told you before.

Damn priest!

- Why isn't he starting?

- I don't know.

What's wrong? We're all here.

The priest says there's no sense

to a funeral for a man

who cursed priests to the end.

- We can pray together if we want.

- To hell with praying!

Andreu, we're leaving.

No room for what you call

Christian charity.

Don't listen to her.

She's crazy.

- Come back!

- I want them to hear me!

Florncia. Not now!

- Leave it be!

- I can't. Don't you see I can't?

So he's dead! You're happy now.

Is his death good for anything?

Is not burying him properly

good for anything?

I'll tell you what it's good for.

To trample those who

won't bow down to you.

Don't make me talk.

You should kill me too, next to him.

Aren't I red enough?

Don't mind her.

She's lost her head.

I'm aware of her condition.

We'll talk later.

You ruined my life.

You hear me?

We've done too much for you.

All of you.

Sure! Black bread and red sugar,

with the ration book

and waiting hours in line!

That's all you've given us.

Bread with no soul or virtue; dead,

like all of you, because of

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