Black Bread Page #6

this goddamn war that's killed us all.

All who deserved it.

Mother, let's go.

When you were in

your mother's womb,

they should have thrown her

in the pigs' trough to be eaten alive.

Let's go, we have

no more business here.

Let's go.

Pauleta, why are you here?

To offer my condolences.

Andreu, go put the cages on the porch.

Let him stay.

Young people need to get

used to hearing serious words.

to ask if I distrusted someone,

if Dionis' death had to do

with Pitorliua...

You have to bring all that up again?

See how they're all dead?

Pitorliua, our husbands. All!

All except Pere Manubens' wife,

who's very much alive.

What are you getting at, Pauleta?

After Pitorliua's misfortune,

Pere went to France,

but they made him marry before.

When he died last year,

his sister, Mrs. Manubens,

told Dionis to steal her brother's

marriage certificate

to nullify the marriage

and keep the entire fortune.

Why don't you tell the judge

and not me?

You can be on the Manubens'

side, but never against them.

I told Dionis that often,

but him,

being so stubborn,

he blackmailed Mrs. Manubens

once he had the papers.

And the damn b*tch got rid of him.

Like she did with your man.

Farriol was executed for being red.

Farriol was garroted because

he had no red left in him.

He was like my man:

A lout, a traitor

and a hired killer...

but worse,

because Dionis, despite what he was,

could never have killed a boy.

What do you mean?

Shall I spell it out for you?

Tell you who they paid

this time to finish it all off?

That I won't tolerate!

Yes you will tolerate it!

I owe it to my son!

Get out!

Your father,

always talking about ideals.

Look what shitty ideals he had.

I said get out!

What I don't understand

is Farriol's silence.

With nothing to lose,

it's like he let himself be killed.

Pauleta, you gave us your condolences.

You can leave.

And don't ever come back.

Good night!

Now go to sleep if you can.

How could father kill Culet?

Forgive us, Andreu.

You have to forgive

your father and I.

We didn't know how to do a better job.

Don't touch me!

No more ghosts, huh?

Why'd you take off

the mourning bracelet?

I won't have anything to do

with my father. Or my mother.

Aunt Cio wants me to work

at the factory.

The Manubens want

to take me to Igualada.

They want to hook you.

Listen, Andreu, why don't we

run away together?

Us two? Where?

To Vic, on the train.

Nobody knows us there.

What do you think?

I've thought about it a lot.

We'll set fires in town

at siesta time.

When they're all running

to put them out, we'll escape.

Let's make a pact?

Deal.

But before, we'll cast a spell.

And here's the rabbit.

Made with onions as you like it.

- Now that is a sin!

- You deserve the best.

You're so understanding with us.

Forget it...

Come in. The Manubens

were just talking about you.

How you and your mother

suffered with your father's death.

But that's all over, right son?

Here, this is for you.

Chocolate.

Thank you.

We think you could

help out your mother.

Another mouth at home

is always a burden,

especially with no wages.

Would you like to start high

school next year in Igualada?

Later you could get a degree.

Your mother would have

no expenses or headaches.

And you'd have space to study

and everything at home.

For God's sake,

say something.

Leave him, Cio, it's logical

he has to think about it.

It's good he hasn't had

his wings clipped.

It will be like now,

Andreu, but different.

You and your mother think about it.

We've already discussed it.

Come here.

She'll do what you say,

whatever's best for you.

We'll sign him up

so he won't lose his place

and later he'll say yes.

What are you doing?

I buried two serins.

- You buried them alive?

- So what?

You kill them too.

You think we didn't know?

Look.

And what did you bring of yours?

What's so funny?

- This shitty globe.

- What should they have put there?

Don't you like birds?

Then lots of birds.

Dead, stuffed.

That would be your portrait:

portrait of a bird killer.

When the bomb blew off my hand,

the gang gathered all the

little pieces in a shoe box

and one day I went to get it.

Dead hand, dead hand,

knock on this door.

Leave me alone.

There's just no kidding with you.

You know what?

I'd like to set a bird on fire

one day.

A ball of fire flying in the air,

squawking,

until it falls to the ground.

A shower of ashes is all

that would be left of it.

Did you ever want to die?

Well I'll never die completely;

I'll die little by little,

first one hand, then the other...

Remember I'm already a little buried.

And when I'm really dead,

to hell with the living!

Dead hand, dead hand,

Now I can't ever die.

You're crazy!

What's that?

Chocolate. For you.

The owners gave it to me.

What do they want?

To go with them to

continue my education.

- That's what you wanted.

- I want to get my own life together.

What are you going to do?

Run away! With my cousin. But first

we're going to burn everything.

You be careful, Andreu!

That girl's mad at the world.

And she's evil-minded.

What should I do? Go to the factory?

With the owners?

You fly too low, Andreu.

So low it seems

like you're just walking.

Fly high and don't let

anyone catch you.

And how can I do that?

Thinking. With your head.

And choosing what you like most.

Then come with me.

I can't.

Why can't you?

Because one of these days

I'll spread my wings,

spread them wide, completely.

Don't come any closer.

- Where were you?

- Around.

Your mother's waiting for you.

She came for the thing

with the Manubens.

Andreu, come in!

It all went well.

The owners and your mother agree.

Right, Florncia?

Of course, poor thing can barely

stand up straight.

We've discussed it.

What's so bad about it?

All your life moaning about

the owners' conditions,

now you agree to everything.

With him it's different.

An education.

They'll take him away

like he was livestock!

What should we do?

Get out of this land that's not ours.

- So now we have to leave?

- Shut up or you'll get slapped.

Look, Enriqueta,

in what stuffy apt. In what

lousy town would we all fit,

animals, old folks,

aunts, uncles, etc?

Here even those who

had nothing have eaten.

I've worked like mad to help.

When it suited you, with

the schedule and life you wanted.

We should have bridled you before!

Do what you will with the boy,

I won't be at your orders waiting

for a groom on a plate.

I'll pick him and if he knows

how to raise my skirt, better.

Stop it!

We're here to talk about Andreu.

What do you say, mother?

I can't understand anyone leaving

his village and family,

but if it's for his own good...

What about me?

No one's going to ask me?

Wasn't I supposed to choose?

Andreu's right.

Say what you think, son.

I don't want to live like this

or be pointed at or more lies.

I don't want to be like you.

Come with me.

We'll do what you want, son,

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