Night Train to Lisbon Page #5

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I need to know, I can't tell you

how many time I wish

I never have given him

that gun.

Three days later,

Rui Mendes he picked me up.

He broke my hands

and my spirit,

but I never give him

one single name.

You-- you-- you tell that to Jorge.

He knows me.

"Youth, we live

as if we were immortal."

"Knowledge of mortality

dances around us..."

"like a brittle paper ribbon

that barely touches our skin."

"When in life does that change?"

"When does the ribbon tighten..."

"until finally it strangles us?"

Mr. Kagi?

Have you made a decision yet?

No.

A woman came asking for you.

She said she met you on a bridge, or something.

A Portuguese woman?

I told him where you were

but she left.

If you decide not to come back,

I need your keys.

- Would you post them to me?

- No, this woman...

Did-- did she leave her name?

No.

Goodbye, Mr. Kagi.

Joo Ea want to know

what happened to Estefnia.

He says you owe him.

I owe no one anything.

You know

what they did to his hands?

Those hands that used to play Mozart?

He didn't give them one name.

If he had,

you wouldn't be standing here.

You think you can

blackmail me with guilt?

You don't know

who you are dealing with!

Could I haven't killed her?

That is the question!

Don't you know we don't talk about--

about the resistance here?

We bury our history

and move on!

You want a drink?

You are sitting

where Amadeu used to sit,

until this thing

with Mendes happened, then we...

We have the list of

reasons for loyalty:

guilt towards others,

shared suffering,

common struggle, common strength,

weakness,

need for closeness,

common hatred,

shared humor, and so on.

- What about love?

- He didn't believe in it.

Avoided the word

as too sentimental.

There are only 3 things

that are important to him:

desire,

pleasure and security.

Desire...

she is Jewish.

I don't trust people

who don't drink.

Have a cigarette.

You are okay?

Yeah.

- Joo still loves to smoke?

- He would.

The night after we graduated

from Coimbra University,

me as a pharmacist,

Amadeu was a doctor.

- What?

- Come, I have something to show you.

What do you think?

So? It's a--

it's a pharmacy.

Yes... It's yours.

Come in.

I need a pharmacist I can trust

if I am going to be writing up prescriptions.

Here.

I could not believe

what he given me.

After that I never thought

we could lose our friendship.

I never thought it possible.

One not much to look as,

I know I'm an ugly bastard.

So, when she came along...

God, she was beautiful

I thought some of her

would somehow rub off on me.

At least that is

what I think I thought.

And this is Estefnia.

Was going to introduce you,

but...

The resistance keeps us busy.

Isn't she beautiful?

It was the way she took my hand

and removed it from her neck.

Her eyes penetrating him...

We'll think about it, Amadeu,

and get back to you.

Alright?

Perhaps we can

use your clinic as a drop.

Why did you take my hand

off your neck?

Did I?

Have you ever been in love?

So that not even food matters.

Not even words.

- I am not sure.

- You would be sure. Your would know.

You always know.

- You thinking of him.

- What?

You wished I was Amadeu.

Does he mention me

in the book?

A lot.

And I am surprise

she published it. Adriana hated me.

Wanted him for herself,

even not even want to share him

with her father.

You know what happened to him?

No.

A few months before the revolution,

he went to Amadeu who endorsed for

stronger pain killer for his back.

Adriana came every week

to the pharmacy for the pills.

But he never took them;

he hoarded them.

A week after Amadeu died,

he swallowed over one hundred.

The newspapers said he died there

after a long illness...

Catholics don't appreciate suicide.

Everyone out!

Estefnia, come with me.

If I had the gun then

I might have shot her.

And when you got the gun?

I went strict

to Amadeu's clinic.

I knew

they would be there.

- Where are they?

- They've gone.

- Don't lie to me...

- They've gone, Jorge.

Give me the gun.

Estefnia, is she--

is she still alive?

I bumped into her

two years ago.

She was here

attending some seminar, or...

I asked her

how she was.

She told me

she was teaching history.

Where?

At the University of Salamanca, Spain.

And, your pharmacy...

Why do you

leave the lights on at night?

To remind me of Amadeu.

Mr. da Silva,

can I have my bill please?

- Are you going back to Switzerland, sir?

- Yes, via Spain.

They say weather right now

in Switzerland is terrible

rain, snowing, wind...

I have to go.

Could I have my bill please?

Excuse me.

Hello!

I want to thank you

for what happened on the bridge.

- I've been reading your book.

- I don't want it.

I just want to thank you

for what you did.

I got your coat.

You left it behind.

Tell me your name.

Catarina Mendes.

Yes...

that Mendes.

I am the granddaughter

of the "Butcher of Lisbon".

I didn't know who we was

until I read the book.

You can't blame yourself for

what you grandfather did...

You don't understand.

I loved him.

I cried at his funeral...

And I did not understand

why so many other people

were not crying.

Anyway...

it will take some time,

but I learned to live with this.

This would be the same road

they took.

But at night,

and in great danger.

And in love.

I was moved to see

my uncle cry like that.

I don't know what pleases him more.

The news that Estefnia is still alive,

or, got the cigarettes we gave him.

So, you are returning to your school

and continue teaching?

If they'll have me.

I am sure I'll come back and visit.

Are you sure she'll be in?

She said she'll be here...

Are you coming?

I'll wait in the car.

Go Raimund.

I'll be fine here. Take your time.

Welcome Raimund.

- I'm Estefnia.

- Thank you so much for meeting me.

You have the book?

I do.

He only looks

just as I remember him.

So long ago and

still so here...

- Would you like some tea?

- Thank you!

What about your friend?

Only she is, um,

she is happy in the car.

I joined the resistant

after my father was arrested in

1971, for sabotage.

They sent him to Tarrafal.

You have heard of it?

Yes.

It was also known as

the "Campo da Morte Lenta",

"The Camp of the Slow Death".

It took them two years

to kill him.

And that is how I met Jorge.

I need someone strong.

Someone to protect me.

I thought that was love.

But then I met Amadeu...

A new light fell on

everything.

My whole life.

I could not sleep

any more.

I went to the clinic

as often as I could...

despite Adriana's look.

He wanted to take me in his arm

but he kept rejecting me.

"Jorge", he would say, "What about Jorge?"

I began to hate Jorge.

- Do you mind if I smoke?

- No. Please.

Jealousy is a terrible emotion.

I could tell from his shoulders

he had seen us.

Awful... awful.

But in a way I was

relieved it was done.

Are you sure

your friend is alright?

Oh yes.

She is fine in the car.

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