The Sandman Page #4

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No!

I'll give it to you!

- Don't go near her or I'll kill you!

- That's enough!

- I'll kill you!

- You want that whore?

Shut the f*** up!

We're in mourning, for Christ's

sake! Son of a b*tch!

How is he?

Fine.

He's not the father, is he?

I know who it is!

- There's no need to shout.

- I'm not shouting.

Don't you want to know who it is?

Not now.

Stop playing with your damn boat!

She's been raped!

Don't shout!

What do you want me to do?

Crucify him?

I'll talk to him.

You knew?

I don't believe it.

I didn't know,

but I had my suspicions.

- I noticed something...

- And you let time go by. Why?

So that it can all be forgotten?

Who knows what hell she's been in?

And all so as not to upset

your stupid method...

...and make everything look under

control? That woman is terrified!

You think I'm not sorry?

Now you know the truth.

What's the sea like?

I don't know.

I've never seen it.

But I thought you'd been there.

There are many things I haven't done.

Will you come with me?

No.

I don't want to leave you.

And I won't.

I want to show you something.

It's a whale.

Is it for me?

Today it's going to rain,

looks like it's going to rain...

Mateo.

Where can I leave this?

Over there.

Have you got something against me?

Did you think I'd raped her?

I don't know.

Maybe the thought passed through

my head for a moment.

I'm sorry.

- It doesn't matter.

- Yes, it does.

Don't kid yourself,

nothing matters here.

Life here isn't worth a damn.

They shut us up

so we're not a nuisance.

We're forgotten or even worse.

That's the method.

It's not all bad.

There are also good people

here who do what they can.

I'm not waiting here for

the wind to blow me away...

...like I was a man of sand.

I know.

Good luck.

You know what?

You're right about one thing,

about good people,

I've seen some good people in here.

Me too.

It's only a few metres.

Everything's okay.

- Let's go.

- No.

I can't.

You go, I'd just be in the way.

What are you saying?

Are you alright?

Let's go!

No, Mateo.

I'm fine,

but I'm not going with you.

My future is here.

No. Look.

This is our future

and it's waiting for us.

When they locked me

up I was just a girl.

Here I've been wretched.

All this time I've been a madwoman,

as worthless as the others.

I haven't suffered more pain

than I did outside.

But one day I met a man

who treated me like a woman,

and I fell in love

and I prayed for him

to take me away from here.

And here I am,

saying goodbye to you.

Okay.

- I'll stay with you.

- No, no.

I'll tell Joao to leave

and that I'm staying.

No, not that.

I'm staying with you.

Will you give me your hat?

Climb up over there.

Let's go.

There are some dry

clothes for you in there.

Passports.

When you get to Rio,

go to this address.

Ask for Luis Viagas or 'The Indian'.

He'll help you, he's a good friend.

You'll need this,

and this too.

Portuguese, thank you.

I couldn't have managed without you.

Take this too,

and look after it

for me, you crook.

When you get to Brazil,

change the hour.

Let's talk to the captain.

No one leaves my hospital

without my authorisation.

What's wrong?

Look who's over there.

Watch out.

We have to get out of here.

- I'm going to get her.

- No.

We can't do anything for her.

If they catch you they'll

throw you in jail, got it?

And we'll both be f***ed.

Buddy, listen to me.

We have to go, now! Is that clear?

Come on, let's go.

Mateo's escape, Sanson's death...

... and Luis' brutality,

were reasons enough...

... for the Regional Council

to ask Burgos...

... to leave the post

of Hospital Director.

They disguised it as a

promotion to a higher position,

but he knew it

was no promotion,

it was more like an exit

through the back door,

and that how he left,

with his ship

and his infallible method.

Beautiful.

We fitted out a room in the loft...

... so you could be more comfortable.

That's it.

A few weeks later,

the new director arrived.

- Dr. Angel.

- Welcome.

I don't know why I expected

someone different.

This is Sister Mercedes,

and this is Lola.

It appears we'll have a new member

of the family. Do you feel okay?

Right off he was very interested...

... and asked me to show

him the whole hospital.

And that's what I did,

I showed him what I

knew and what I didn't.

Five months locked up

by his own father,

a general or something,

ashamed of having

a homosexual son.

He was barely 30 and

already seemed spent.

I later discovered that the

'violets', as they were called,

were subjected

to much worse treatment

in those places where

they were locked up.

Who knows?

Maybe his father preferred

to have him hidden away...

... rather than humiliated or dead.

Maybe Burgos, after all,

was saving his skin.

And then you were born.

Almost four kilos!

A beautiful little girl.

We tried to make it

feel like a home.

And we didn't do a bad job.

Everyone chipped in.

It's all I have,

I hope you like it.

I don't remember having seen

so much goodness in my life.

Those were our happiest

days in that place.

You had a lot to do with that.

The arrival of new medicines

and dozens of roof tiles...

... improved the place considerably.

That's a long way away.

The time has come.

I'm off.

It was his.

Do you want it?

If you need me, I'll stay.

F*** me!

Frenchy jumped.

He jumped.

He sure f***ed himself up.

She looked incredible up there,

barefoot, proud,

as hard as a rock.

That's the most endearing

memory I have of your mother,

and that was to

be the last time

she ever climbed up there.

I don't know if Mateo

was your father.

I wish I knew, but I don't.

Nor do I know if Frenchy

escaped like they said.

What I am sure of...

... is that Mateo loved your mother

like no one else ever had,

and that Frenchy

also loved her in his way.

We wrote to each other regularly.

He asked about you,

if you were talking, if you

looked like Lola, if you were okay.

He told Lola that he missed her,

that he thought about her a lot,

and not to worry,

he was coming back for both of you.

But one day...

... your mother got very ill.

She left us one autumn morning.

Before she died she asked

me to look after you.

She was afraid her family

might claim custody of you.

I promised her they'd never

take you away from me.

I wrote to Mateo.

I told him what had happened

and he was distraught.

You never heard from him again?

For many years, nothing at all.

But one day a package from

Brazil arrived at the hospital.

Remember the gorilla Santa

brought you when you were 11?

But it arrived in

such a bad state...

... I couldn't make out

the address to reply to him.

So that was it.

I was a child born of a rape.

No.

You were born of the love of a woman

who never hesitated in having you...

...and a man who loved you

before you were even born.

You've always carried them with you.

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