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El muro del silencio Page #6
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- 1974
- 105 min
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You'll soon feel right, my love.
Mom, I'm very sick. Right? I'm going to die.
Such nonsense you talk, son, you just have catarrh!
You stay in bed for a few days and you'll be fine.
Mom, I want to confess.
Daniel, son, for God's sake, you have nothing to confess!
Look, when you get well we'll go wherever you want. At the cinema, or a...
No, I prefer you take me to church.
If I die I want to be cleansed of sins.
-But relax! You have no sins, no...
-But...
Well, I'll take you to Father Julin, but now you're going to take your broth.
-You like it?
-It's very tasty. Thanks, Mom.
That's better.
Now we'll cover yourself up well.
Turn off the other light, son.
So why do you feel like you're in a state of sin?
When you gave us communion you said we'd be like angels, and I...
Have you done something to offend God?
Never, Father.
You disobey your mom?
No, Father, I do everything she orders me to, all my tasks, and more.
I hope you haven't stolen anything.
No, Father, when I take something, it's because I know it's mine.
Fine. You don't do bad things with your body, indecencies?
Like what, Father?
Forget it, kid.
Ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Come on, son, go in peace, and may God always keep you as you are now.
This can't go on!
Stop it, kid!
Oh, stop that, look, you'll make us crazy! Don't know how to play something else?
Don't you hear me? Leave off. You make me sick.
What's wrong? Why are you making that face?
Can't I anymore scold you without you locking yourself in that attitude full of bitterness?
You don't care about my disease. You don't care a damn about all the sacrifices I've made for you.
You just care of your own world, you don't care about how much I work, or my illness,...
you don't even think about it, because you don't love me.
Honestly, the only thing I've found is the beginning of emphysema, quite natural in a smoker...
The same old song from Dr. Csar. You shouldn't have phoned him.
I phoned him, first, due to professional ethics, and second, because he has been your doctor for years.
And he hasn't done me any good. He said it's just nerves, to take painkillers...and I keep getting worse,...
and the attacks are even more frequent.
Look, Doctor, I'm a teacher and I have studied enough to know...
what psychosomatic illnesses are. No, no, I'm not a hypochondriac or simulated hysteric.
Mine are real.
Of course, you suffer great pain, suffocation, and fainting,...
but these can come from several causes.
And why not the heart?
Because at least so far, there are no symptoms that would indicate...
But I know, sorry.
Humans, when all is said and done, are still animals,...
and so we have some instinct which senses death.
I have a son who needs me.
Swear it to me, doctor.
Should I swear on what you think is your disease, or what I think it is?
I see I was wrong about you, as I was about Dr. Csar. Good afternoon.
What are you doing there, Daniel?
Nothing.
Have you already had a snack?
Well, I'll change and then I'll fix your dinner.
-Mom.
-Yes, son?
-Is that me?
-Of course, the most beautiful and beloved child of the world.
Daniel! Son! Son! My God! Did you hurt yourself?
No? Thank God!
Oh, my love!
But how could you think...?
Don't you hurt at all?
Stay here. But what ideas you have, to bind yourself like that.
Your legs. Don't they hurt? And your little arms?
You really don't hurt?
Let's see, my love, walk.
The tablet...in the bag...
Daniel...son...you can't leave me like this.
My son, why?
Why?
Why, God, why?
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