Salt and Fire Page #5

Hey!

I'm sorry.

Sorry, boys.

I'm sorry.

I hear nothing.

Nios!

Here I am!

Here I am!

My boys.

Atahuallpa.

- Hola, papa.

Huascar. Hey, hey.

- Papa!

- Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh.

Come closer.

You are part of the family now,

so to speak.

Are you kidding?

Are you kidding me?

Good to see you again,

Dr. sommerfeld.

Nice to see you again, krauss.

I want an explanation.

Accepted.

And an apology.

I will not apologize.

I deserve an apology.

You are with a man

who is accepting

he is going to prison.

How are my companions

you have so kindly kidnapped

and poisoned?

They are in excellent shape...

...professor.

Thank god.

Well, there is one grave

concern with Dr. cavani.

He is grown slightly pale

and needs to be sent

to a tanning salon.

These boys...

...they are my sons.

Their mother died

shortly after she gave birth

to the younger one, atahuallpa.

She died because of the

toxicity of the environment

around the town.

She was a local woman

from colchani.

These boys are mine now.

I adopted them

after their mother died.

And in three years

they will be completely blind.

Blind children have no stake

in any regime.

What does it have to do with

my report on diablo blanco?

This disaster is man-made.

- Of course it is.

- No.

Let me speak.

You see, I am the ceo

of the consortium,

which is responsible

for all of this.

The toxins,

the desiccation of the lake,

the transformation

of a whole landscape...

...into salt.

The failure of a "glorious"

irrigation system

which diverted

two large rivers.

Both of which

are now beyond repair.

And the salt here is expanding.

There were fish here...

...a few decades ago.

Boats. Fishermen.

Hard to imagine, isn't it?

But I was prepared

to report on this.

Why did you take me hostage?

I wanted a report

back to the united nations

that contained something more

than scientific data,

graphs and lifeless statistics.

A report with

something different in it.

A report of a lake

so poisonous...

...that two boys who grew up

near its shores became blind!

They will never see

a world like this again.

And now, before I turn myself

in to the authorities...

...please allow me two things.

And this is number one.

Number one.

Laura, can I call you

by your first name?

Of course.

Please bring me...

Your tablet...

...a toy, and a spoon.

My tablet...

...a toy, and a spoon?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay, Laura,

take a step to the left.

Tiny. Right. Good. Okay.

Hold your arms up.

Okay, now, elbows to hips.

- Like that?

- Right, and your hands flat.

Like this. Okay...

One... two...Three.

Okay, crouch down.

Crouch down.

Okay, now hold still.

Perfect, perfect.

Laura, a little bit

to the left.

That's good, okay.

Put your back foot up!

Ah, that's good.

Okay, scream!

These photos will

keep me company in prison.

That's why I wanted them,

you see.

And here is the second thing

i wanted to do.

- It's for me?

- Yes.

A ticket to Rome?

First class?

Have you forgotten

santissima trinit?

The Saint under the tree?

Right.

but what if you do not

turn yourself in?

I'll be caught anyway.

Then go on the run...

...To Rome.

I guess that's where

I'm going to be.

I don't know what to say.

Why are you standing here?

Book yourself a ticket.

Guys, guys, I have

a premonition about this.

We have to celebrate

with champagne.

All that's missing

are alien astronauts

from a faraway galaxy,

traveling for centuries

through the eternal darkness

of space.

They see

this white heaven below,

and they descended

their space craft

with flickering lights

in a cloud of salt.

Wonderful.

But how do we attract them?

We need some kind

of satellite transmission.

Nonsense.

The champagne will be the bait.

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