The Spanish Gardener Page #6

He'll be free?

Senor, he was here,

your son was here.

What did he say?

What did you tell him?

That Jos might go to the hills...

That he might escape.

But where, where would he go?

I, I don't know, senor.

He once went to fish...

at a mill above Santa Christina.

How do I get there?

Jos! Jos!

Can't we get through?

- It's impossible.

I'll give you anything you like!

- Not a question of money, senor.

See for yourself.

Right. Wait here for me, then.

Jos, you got here.

Nicco...

Nicco.

You're hurt.

Why are you here?

What happened?

- It was Pedro. I knew you'd come here.

You came, came by yourself?

Through the storm?

That was very brave of you, Nicco.

What's the matter with your

arm, Jos? Is it broken?

Yes, I think so.

It's my father. It's all his

fault that this has happened.

But your father...

- I don't care about my father.

I hate him.

Nicco, about tomorrow.

Yes?

You'll have to go back.

Go back?

Come here, Nicco.

Listen.

What you've done for me is true friendship.

And I shall always remember it.

But when your father

finds out that you've gone,

he'll be very unhappy.

I don't care if he is,

I want to stay with you.

You can't stay with me for always, Nicco.

You don't love me.

- That's not what I mean.

Then why are you sending me away?

It's not so simple.

To me... your father has shown injustice,

but he loves you.

I don't want his love.

I hate him! I hate him!

It's bad to give hate for love, Nicco.

What has happened between your

father and me is our affair.

Something between grown-ups.

He meant you no harm.

But the things he's done to you.

We must forgive those things.

Don't touch him! I'll kill you if you do!

I hate you! I hate you!

Don't touch him! Don't touch him!

- Don't be afraid.

Jos, I understand

now... what I've done.

Don't believe him, it's a trick!

I know now you're innocent.

Everyone knows.

Forgive me, Jos.

Forgive me.

- Don't believe him!

Forgive me.

- No! No!

You must believe him, Nicco.

Nicholas.

Hold this, will you?

Put it under his arm.

Here, father?

- Yes.

Jos! Jos!

I thought you were never coming!

You're just in time.

- Hello, Nicco.

I've been waiting for you.

How's old Pedro and Maria and all of them?

They're well and they

send their love to you.

And in a few weeks time I

shall be playing pelota again.

Tell me, Nicco. Where's this

place you're going to?

It's Stockholm, that's in Sweden.

And you'll be going to school?

Yes, in England.

- Good!

In the holidays I shall

see my mother again.

Then you'll be happy, hmm?

Yes I quite understand,

but the question of the shipping.

Shall I take that up with Madrid?

Jos.

Yes, senor?

Before leaving...

I wish to thank you, Jos.

And to say... how sorry

I am for what has happened.

Senor...

It's over now.

He's happy.

And soon he'll forget.

He won't forget you.

Nor shall I.

Goodbye, Jos.

Come to the station, Jos.

No, Nicco.

I must stay here in the garden.

I've been away a long time.

There's much to do.

Goodbye, Nicco.

- Goodbye, Jos.

Go on.

edited by Subransu

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