The Sandman Page #2

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To America.

America!

It's not on my way.

Here.

They're American.

I bet you'll like them.

It's hard as rock.

Give me a hand.

Little birdies.

Don't go up there!

Don't disturb them!

Rat!

Get down from there! Now!

What are you doing up there?

Come on!

Get down before you hurt yourself.

- Come down from there!

- I can't!

Get up.

- Where is the other one?

- He felt on the other side.

Pick him up, pick him up.

Get a stretcher and take him inside.

- Don't worry.

- I've lost my glasses.

- How is he?

- It looks bad.

Lord! Not again!

What do you want?

Feel my ass, or what?

Egg!

I only wanted to give you an egg!

Crazy woman!

He only wanted to give it to me.

Don't worry.

He only wanted to give it to me.

Who are you?

If it still bothers you,

we should take some X-rays...

...to rule out a fracture.

- Why'd they climb up there?

- To gather eggs from a nest.

- They're hungry.

- Hungry?

We're not stacked with

provisions but there's enough.

Maybe they don't agree.

They don't have a say on this matter.

We're done.

You're rather tense.

I think the food here is very poor.

They need milk, fish and meat.

And?

And?

- Anything else?

- I don't know, Burgos.

Have you seen the state

of the outhouse roof?

I'm afraid to enter some areas,

and the dormitories have

rising damp and mould.

And that rat this morning...

...it can't live far away.

And what's worse,

I daren't throw it away.

I've got the feeling

I'm going to need it.

The medicine cabinet

desperately needs restocking.

Your complaints are building up.

Nor do I like Luis.

He's too heavy-handed.

Sometimes only forces keeps order.

Luis is doing his job.

Write a report for me

on what you think is needed,

and I'll talk to the Council.

Shut up, or I'll get mad.

You got that?

You know what I mean?

- Do you understand?

- Hey, you!

What are you doing up there?

Now I'm down here.

What do you want?

And you? What do you want?

- Come on.

- No.

She stays here.

Don't play the smart-ass with me.

Are you okay?

It's for you. You can use it.

Take off your beret when you eat.

The beret!

Take off!

They treat me like a criminal,

which I'm not, and I don't want

them frying my brains in that hole.

You've never been locked up before?

In a place like this, no.

During the war

we lived in the capital.

Life was new to me,

I'd only just been born.

There was also a captain...

...who claimed the Reds

had burnt his brother alive.

One afternoon, some soldiers

brought a couple to him,

accused of being anarchists,

but he said he wasn't

looking for any old Reds,

he wanted the one

who'd burnt his brother.

A fair man.

Fair?

A son of a b*tch.

He knew the soldiers

would kill them anyway.

His conscience was clear,

as if by not killing them himself,

he had saved their lives.

They found my parents in a ditch.

They'd been shot in the back.

Nobody forgave them.

When I was 16 I found

out who the officer was.

Captain Castajo,

God damn him.

One day I stood up to him

and called him a murderer.

I was in prison nine days.

I had it in the consulting room.

I thought you might like to read it.

'Moby Dick'.

It'll help pass the time.

Can you keep a secret?

I don't care for

the 'method' either.

Are you sure he can do it?

There's only one way to find out.

I don't like patients involved

in the running of this place.

They already are, the women

work and clean the kitchen.

- That's not the same.

- No?

Okay, try it, but I'm

making you responsible.

- You have a gift for photography.

- No, they go with the report.

Your intentions are good,

but I don't think all this

is really necessary.

The council knows what a lunatic

looks like. It's not a good idea.

It doesn't work like that.

Who's locked up in Cell 5?

Why do you want to know?

I've been here 4 months and

know nothing about that patient.

He's fine, he has all that he needs.

Doesn't he ever get out?

His isolation simply means...

...no contact with other patients.

He comes out when nobody can

see him, it's for his own good.

- His own good?

- Stop it! It doesn't concern you.

I can do this,

but I'm going to need

materials, tools...

I'll take care of the materials.

This is the key to the outhouse.

Be careful.

Some of the tools are dangerous.

Do you want some water?

Thanks.

Drinking makes me happy,

smoking gives me pleasure...

- What's up, my Portuguese friend?

- Nice shelves!

You're a good carpenter.

- When you get out I can get you work.

- What are you looking at, Joao?

Nothing, sister. The shelves.

- Have you nothing better to do?

- Sure,

I've got things to do.

Hello!

Can you hear me?

You can't talk to him.

I only wanted to know how he is.

Director's orders.

- I told you it was a bad idea.

- It's not fair. He did a good job.

Life isn't fair, so you should

leave things as they are.

I'd failed and Burgos was so smug.

He hid it, and consoled me,

but deep down he

was happy at my failure.

That was then it happened.

I'll start again.

How I enjoyed hearing him say...

... that he'd start again!

Mateo wasn't prepared

to give an inch to Burgos.

Don't wear yourself out, Portuguese!

That smells great.

It's f***ed up,

being locked up in here.

- There are bad people here.

- There are, yes.

And pretty girls too.

Lola's your favourite, isn't she?

Very cute.

I prefer the young doctor.

And that law,

'for vagrants and petty criminals'?

'And crooks'.

Crooks?

A crook is like a bandit

or a criminal.

Are you a bandit?

What about you? Are you a smuggler?

Yes, I am.

I'd like to help you,

but it's one thing to deal

in tobacco and goods,

and another to help

a convict escape.

I'm not a convict.

You're a good guy, but...

F***ing hose!

You'll be fine.

Give me a cigarette.

Thank you.

Fire! Fire! Fire! Joao!

It's going to rain.

Today it's going to rain.

It's going to rain,

it looks like rain.

Looks like rain, yes,

it looks like it's going to rain.

How are you?

Fine. Be careful.

- Want some?

- Thank you.

Very tasty.

What's that you're reading?

I can't read.

'Moby Dick'.

Has it got pictures?

- No.

- And what's it about?

It's the story of Ahab,

the captain of a whaler,

who hunts Moby Dick,

a white whale.

- A hunter.

- Yes, something like that.

Why do you come up here?

I like to read facing the sea.

- What sea?

- That one over there.

There's no sea out there.

Close your eyes and look there.

Beyond the horizon,

descending the snowy mountain,

crossing the river that

divides the green meadows,

where the sand

is as white as salt,

there's an immense sea,

the sea of whales.

Sometimes, when the wind

blows from the west,

you can hear the waves

crash against the cliffs.

Can you hear it?

What's the sea like?

Blue.

I see a girl.

Who is it?

I don't know.

Sometimes we can see ourselves

as we imagine ourselves to be.

It's just a girl.

- Maybe it was you.

- I've never been a little girl.

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

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