O Gebo e a Sombra (Gebo and the Shadow) Page #5

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What's going on?

What's that noise?

Nothing, it's nothing.

An argument between them.

So don't cry.

It's not worth it.

I give you my word of honour!

They're arguing... that's all.

These things happen...

Nothing more...

- And Sofia?

- She's gone after him.

Here he comes.

Finally...

No one has seen him,

no one.

This umbrella was so good!

How quickly things spoil!

It didn't used to be like this.

Don't worry about the umbrella.

Tell me if you found him?

I've told you,

no one's seen him.

I asked everyone.

You see this tear!

How can you go to work

with this weather?

I think the papers are

forecasting good weather...

- Has my director sent a message?

- No.

They'll be around soon

And then...

either he or I...

Who?

No one. I'm talking about

the weather. It's going to change.

We're going to have a very

dry winter, you'll see.

As for going to work...

It's been three days!

- What are we going to do?

- I don't know...

And the money, father?

The money?

Is she crying?

Yes...

She's crying.

She who kept saying

"When my son comes, you'll see!

Our misery will be over".

"It'll all be over", yes...

Her whole life living this illusion.

For me, I don't mind,

We can get used to anything. But her...

Is she crying?

Yes. But...

she's not the only one that suffers.

What will become of us all now?

She can't find out!

It's her last hope.

It looks like I'm wet...

On my face,

on my face too.

It must be from the rain.

Look, you've got me crying now!

Such a good umbrella!

Everything's so expensive,

and the money's gone...

Where's this all going to end?

That's what I wonder too...

But...

Maybe she knows everything...

No! If she knew everything,

she would have died.

"I wish to...

"inform you...

"that the money...

"collected...

"seven hundred

and fifty escudos...

"and seventy five reis...

"belonging to

the Auxiliary Company...

"Limited...

"was stolen...

"the night before last...

"in my house.

"The thief

is unknown".

"The thief

is unknown".

But they're so rich!

Wouldn't they forgive you?

Forgive?

When money's involved,

no one ever forgives.

I was forgetting the date!

- But father...

- Yes.

So our duty is to be poor

to be miserable our whole lives?

- It's better to confess everything.

- No!

Let's go and bang on the door

and shout:
"Your son..."

No, no.

Never!

Speak quietly.

Inside, all I do is scream

and yet I speak softly

so she doesn't hear,

so no one hears.

The more I say

"Don't upset yourself"

she says "If you take him from me,

now that I've seen him... I'll die. "

It's my fault the house

was mortgaged and sold.

She's got lost

in a bitter useless dream...

If everything we do

is useless,

if we die deluded,

there'll be no future life!

But what do you want me

to do, lass?

I can't be anything else.

If you knew

how much I've suffered!

Who's going to give me work

after what's happened?

For a long time the Company

had me there out of pity...

Charity?

- Out of charity, father?

- Yes.

We've been silent,

for eight years!

You should shout out the truth.

That would be killing her

with my own hands.

I'd rather die

than tell her the truth.

My duty is something else.

Always duty...

Can you hear her?

Yes.

She's crying.

Just crying.

A man should be just

and honest above all else.

Or... should he want

to get rich?

So you have doubts too?

None of us knows himself.

I can't take any more!

Daughter!

I'm afraid of him!

I'm afraid of him!

I'd rather not

see him again!

If you had seen

what I saw!

If you'd heard!

But he's your husband.

In another life, which isn't

even his nor ours.

Another bigger life...

Maybe the truth!

In heaven?

In this world many people suffer,

and does anyone hear their cries?

Wait... Evil?

Evil is impossible!

Wait while I try to understand...

See!

If we could see!

In this horrible world

it's natural that

those that reach

a poor old age...

Old and poor...

Old and poor...

are trodden on

by those they most love.

No, father, no!

See...

Yes, see!

Yes, I want to see!

I want to see!

No! No!

No!

This hurts so much!

Run away...

could we run away?

Run where?

No one can escape misery.

We'd be better off dead!

I've always lied to her,

we've spent our whole lives like this,

me lying, her crying and dreaming.

Don't cry, daughter.

Don't cry...

- Go to her and tell her.

- No. I'll never leave you.

What's needed

on these occasions

is for each one

to know his duty.

That's the truth.

I hear it

but I don't understand it.

If we run away and abandon our

principles, we'll be in his hands.

Now I'm in the way,

that's all there is to it.

Maybe he'll repent

and remember his duty.

Go to your mother.

If it wasn't for duty,

I wouldn't even have raised you.

You were one more mouth to feed...

Can you hear her?

Yes.

She's still crying.

Just crying.

The most important thing is that

she doesn't find out anything. Ever!

My duty is something else.

Don't cry, please,

it's all sorted out.

Father!

Yes, it's all sorted out.

Don't cry any more,

do you hear me?

But how, father?

Now leave me.

Go and calm her.

Go and calm her.

How this hurts me.

How this hurts me.

It's them!

Don't open it!

Wife!

Daughter!

Wait!

Here they are!

Here they are!

No!

Father!

- It's him! It's him!

- It's the thief! It's the thief!

Yes,

I'm the thief.

It was me that stole it.

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