Laberinto del Fauno, El Page #4

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And we'll vanish along with it.

You will never see us again.

Good day, doctor.

Sorry to wake you so early...

...but I think we need your help.

My God, what have you done to him?

Not much.

But things are getting better.

I like having you handy, Doctor.

It has its advantages.

Serrano, stay here.

I talked.

Not much.

- B-b-but I talked.

- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Kill me.

Kill me now, please.

Son of a b*tch.

It'll take away the pain.

It's almost over.

Watch Dr. Ferreiro...

- ...I'll be right there.

- Yes, Captain.

You're not moving anymore.

Are you sick?

What are you doing down there?

- Call him!

- Who?

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 that junk

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.

The world is a cruel place.

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.

No. You could have obeyed me.

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 Dr. Ferreiro pretty

well, 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!

It'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!

My brother stays with me.

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,

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