Laberinto del fauno, El (Pans Labyrinth) Page #4
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Who else, you imbecile?
Ferreiro!
What the hell is this?
No! No, no!
Leave her.
Leave her alone, please!
Look at this! Look what she
was hiding under your bed!
What do you think of this?
Ofelia, what is this thing doing
under the bed?
It's a magic root
the faun gave me.
This is all because of thatjunk
you let her read.
Look what you've done!
Please, leave us alone.
I'll talk to her, darling.
Fine.
As you wish.
He told me you would get better.
And you did.
Ofelia, you have to listen
to your father.
You have to stop all this.
No. I want to leave this place!
Please, take me away from here!
Let's just go, Please!
Things are not that simple.
You're getting older,
soon you'll see that life
isn't like your fairy tales.
And you'll learn that,
even if it hurts.
- No! No!
- Ofelia!
Magic does not exist.
Not for you, me or anyone else.
Mom! Help!
Help!
Help!
Why did you do it?
It was the only thing I could do.
I could have, but I didn't.
It would have been better for you.
You know it.
I don't understand.
Why didn't you obey me?
To obey-just like that-for the sake
of obeying, without questioning...
that's something only people
like you can do, Captain.
Captain!
Garces! Call the troop paramedic.
- Get up immediately!
- Yes, Captain.
Your wife is dead.
Because the paths to the Lord
are inscrutable.
Because the essence
of His forgiveness
lies in His word
and in His mystery.
Because although God
sends us the message,
it is our task to decipher it.
Because when we open our arms
the earth takes in only a hollow
and senseless shell.
Far away now is the soul
in its eternal glory.
Because it is in pain
that we find the meaning of life.
And the state of grace
that we lose when we are born.
Because God, in His infinite wisdom,
puts the solution in our hands.
And because it is only
in His physical absence,
that the place He occupies
in our souls is reaffirmed.
You knew
didn't you, Mercedes?
We all knew him, sir.
Everyone around here.
The stutterer spoke of an informer.
Here... at the mill.
Can you imagine?
Right under my nose.
Mercedes, please.
What must you think of me?
You must think that
I'm a monster.
It doesn't matter
what someone like me thinks, sir.
I want you to the storehouse
and bring me some more liquor, please.
Yes, sir.
Goodnight, sir.
Mercedes,
aren't you forgetting something?
Sir?
The key.
I do have the only copy, don't I?
Yes, sir.
You know, there's an odd detail
that's been bothering me.
Maybe it's not important, but...
the day they broke into
the storehouse,
with all those grenades
and explosives,
the lock itself wasn't forced.
As I said, it's probably
not important.
Be very careful.
Good night, sir.
Ofelia, Ofelia!
Ofelia, I'm leaving tonight.
- Where to?
- I can't tell you. I can't tell you...
- Take me with you.
- No, no. I can't.
I can't, my child. But I'll come
back for you, I promise.
Take me with you.
I heard something.
It's nothing, don't worry.
Mercedes.
Ofelia.
How long have
you known about her?
How long have you been
laughing at me?
Little b*tch!
Watch her!
And if anyone tries to get in,
kill her first.
Dry meat.
Tobacco.
If you had asked for it, I would have
given this to you, Mercedes.
I want the names of whoever
wrote these letters.
And I want them
in front of me, tomorrow.
Yes, Captain.
You can go, Garces.
You're sure, Captain?
For God's sake,
she's just a woman.
That's what you've always thought.
That's why I was able to get away with it.
- I was invisible to you.
- Damn.
You've found my weakness:
Pride.
But it's your weak points
we're interested in.
It's very simple: You will talk...
And I have to know
that everything you say is the truth.
We have a few things here
strictly for that purpose.
Nothing complicated.
Things we learn on the job.
At first...
I'm not some old man!
Not a wounded prisoner!
Mother F***er!
Don't you dare touch the girl?
Won't be the first pig I gutted.
Look! He let her go.
The f*** did you say?
Get her!
Come on! Bring her to me!
Bring her to me, damn it!
Mount up!
Lt'll be better if you come
with me without struggling.
The Captain said that if you behave...
Don't be a fool, sweetheart.
If anyone's going to kill you...
I'd rather it be me.
I've decided to give you
one last chance.
Do you promise to do what I say?
Will you do everything I tell you,
without question?
This is your last chance.
Then listen to me.
Fetch your brother
and bring him to the labyrinth,
as quickly as you can,
Your Highness.
My brother?
We need him.
- But...
- No more questions.
The door's locked.
In that case,
create your own door.
Captain, with your permission.
Come quickly.
- Now what?
- Serrano is back. He's wounded.
Wounded?
Where's Garces?
How many were there?
I don't know exactly, Captain.
Fifty men, at least.
The rest of the men didn't make it.
Our watch posts are not responding.
- How many men we have left?
- Twenty, maybe less, sir.
We're leaving.
Together.
Don't be afraid.
Nothing is going to happen to you.
Put them on picket duty
at the tree line.
If the rest of the squad gets back,
have it report immediately to me.
Radio for reinforcements, now.
Yes, Captain.
Leave him!
Ofelia!
Quickly, Your Majesty,
give him to me.
The full moon is high in the sky,
we can open the portal.
Why is that in your hand?
The portal will only open
if we offer the blood of an innocent.
Just a drop of blood.
A pinprick, that's all.
It's the final task.
Hurry.
You promised to obey me!
- Give me the boy!
- No!
You would give up your sacred rights
for this brat you barely know?
Yes, I would.
You would give up
your throne for him?
He who has caused you
such misery, such humiliation?
Yes, I would.
As you wish, Your Highness.
No!
My son.
Tell my son...
Tell him what time his father died.
- Tell him that I...
- No.
He won't even know your name.
Arise, my daughter.
Come.
Father.
You have spilled your own blood
rather than that of an innocent.
That was the final task,
and the most important.
And you chose well,
Your Highness.
Come here with me,
and sit by your father's side.
He's been waiting for you so long.
And it is said the princess
returned to her father's kingdom.
That she reigned there with justice
and a kind heart for many centuries.
That she was loved by her people.
And that she left behind
small traces of her time on earth,
visible only to those
who know where to look.
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