Night Train to Lisbon Page #3

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and grandeur

against the dirty colors

of military uniforms.

I love the powerful words

of the Bible.

I need the force

of its poetry.

I need it against

the decay of language

and the dictatorship

of worthless slogans.

But there is another world

I do not wish to live in.

A world in which

independent thinking is disparaged,

and the finest things we can

experience denounced as sin.

A world in which our love

is demanded by tyrants,

oppressors and assassin.

And most absurdly,

people are exhorted from the pulpit

to forgive these creatures

and even to love them.

It is for this reason

we cannot just put the Bible aside.

We have to throw it away

completely.

for it speaks only of

vain holier-than-thou.

In his omnipresent,

the Lord observes us day and night.

He takes note of our acts and thoughts.

But what is a man without secrets?

Without thoughts and wishes

that he, and he alone, knows?

Does the Lord our God

not consider

He's stealing our soul

with his unbridled curiosity,

a soul that should be immortal?

But who would in all seriousness

want to be immortal?

How boring to know that

what happens today,

this month, this year,

does not matter?

Nothing would count.

No one here knows what

it would be like to live eternally.

And it's a blessing we never will.

One thing I can assure you,

it would be hell,

this endless paradise of immortality.

It is death and only death,

that gives each moment

beauty and horror.

Only through death is time living thing.

Why does the Lord not noticed?

Why does He threaten us

with a... endlessness

that can only be

unbearably desolate?

I would not want to live

in a world without cathedrals.

I need the luster

of their windows,

their cool stillness,

their imperious silence.

I need the holiness of words,

the grandeur of great poetry.

But just as much

I need the freedom

to rebel against everything

that is cruel in this world.

For the one is nothing

without the other.

And no one

may force me to choose.

What do you think?

I though you would

deliver a speech in Latin.

But then, only a very few,

would understood it.

Are you friends with that boy?

We are the best of friends.

All of those faces, and more,

came to his funeral.

He died on the day of the Revolution.

Oh so, they all brought red carnations.

I dared not speak any words about God

after what Amadeu called

"His empty promises."

But I did allow myself...

one religious word.

Amen.

I was very proud of him.

And why did you

never tell him, papa?

To this day, I never found out

what secret bound those two together,

and what that to do with

Amadeu.

- My brother is not here.

- I know.

Go away.

I know what happened.

He had an aneurysm.

[abnormal widening of an artery]

[leading to thin vessel wall]

It's in the book.

How do you live with that?

No one had ever telling him

blood vessel could burst,

flooding your brain

with blood?

I only found out after

when I discovered his writings.

He never told anyone.

Not even me.

I am sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

No, wait.

Let me show you

where he worked.

People came day and night,

to see him,

to be healed.

No one should be in pain,

he always used to say.

The door was always opened.

I met Joo Ea.

He mentioned that

Amadeu was in the resistance...

Huh.

the resistance...

... and that he saved

Mendes' life.

It was late in the evening.

There were terrible shouts

across the square.

Murderer!

The Police!

We need help!

Get the doctor.

In there!

Amadeu,

you need to come, now.

Is this...?

Out. Out!

Adriana.

A traitor.

Traitor!

Traitor.

- You are a traitor!

- I'm a doctor.

You hear me?

A doctor!

You are a traitor!

He sat him down in this very chair

and washed his face.

His beautiful face.

After that, people stopped coming.

Even Jorge.

That pretty hurt him.

You know of Jorge?

I know they were great friends.

- Why is the world so cruel?

- I ask myself that...

- It is if it doesn't care.

- God doesn't care.

Amadeu was right about that.

I would like to be alone now.

- May I call on you again?

- Why?

His life, his world, was...

... extraordinary. Makes my

seem so insignificant.

- You have cigarettes?

- Which brand?

Um...

You brought them?

No, wait, wait.

Everyone here is a spy.

Worse than the damn fascists.

We go outside.

You didn't telephone me

just to get cigarettes.

I called because...

talking to me let me sleep better,

last night.

Amadeu, he never smoked.

He's the only one who didn't.

Jorge, he smoked like a chimney.

- Jorge, uh-- is he still alive?

- I don't know.

I never talk to him after

what happened with Estefnia.

No one knew how to.

It was too personal.

Who is Estefnia?

The woman who remember everything.

That's why they picked me up

to get to her.

Lieutenant Nicholas Ribeiro.

Benfica. 28 December.

Telephone, 857-2463.

7th Article.

Captain Carlos Peixe.

Sintra, 47 Rua (street)...

Sh-e-e.

Is that Amadeu de Prado?

Jorge...

- Are you in there?

- Let him in.

Why have you been avoiding me?

Everyone else I can understand.

But you?

I am not avoiding you.

You are lying, Jorge.

We do not lie to each other!

I want to join the resistance.

Because of guilt?

As a doctor,

I had no choice.

As a doctor, you should have

injected poison into his heart.

Not adrenaline [medical stimulant].

Sit, Amadeu.

Are you going to

introduce me to your friends?

This is Joo

And this, is Estefnia.

I was going to

introduce you sooner but...

the resistance keeps us busy.

Is she beautiful?

What if you first assignment

was to kill your father?

- Why?

- Because he is a judge.

Part of the fascist regime.

Don't be upset, Amadeu.

I was just testing you.

You knew it, straight away.

E-- even Jorge would see it.

Estefnia, she was

completely drawn to him.

And the names and addresses?

Members of the armed forces

sympathetic to our cause.

She had them

stock piled in her head

more than 200 names,

waiting for the day we call them,

rise up against the fascists.

- May I have my key please?

- Of course sir.

Is Miss. de Prado at home?

She asked for you to wait,

if you come.

Why you bring back the past?

I want to know how it

felt to be Amadeu.

Did you know him?

Amadeu, you must eat.

You need to be strong

for your final exams.

Stand up.

Sit down.

Mom come help me.

I have to do this

otherwise you will die.

Take your hands away.

Adriana, trust me.

Clotilde, call an ambulance!

The ambulance

and the doctor came

and Adiana was rushed

to hospital.

You can leave us now,

Clotilde.

The doctor said

I did the right thing.

Why did you say nothing?

Why do you judge me so?

The intervention

is called tracheotomy.

If I hadn't done it,

you would have carried her out in a coffin.

I too shall have

a cup of tea with you.

So now, you know.

From then on

I was indebted to him.

Just as Rui Mendes

was indebted to him.

The police knew very well the...

clinic was been used

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