The Vessel Page #3

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Rosita.

Rosita.

Rosita, stay with me.

Stay with me, Rosita.

Rosita, Rosita.

Don't let go, Rosita.

No, no, Rosita. No.

Breathe.

Breathe, Rosita.

No, no.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out of here!

Rosita!

But I don't understand.

You were both

so excited about it.

But I don't see the point

in bringing a child

into so much sadness.

It's natural to mourn death.

Didn't Jesus himself

mourn poor Lazarus?

We mustn't give up hope.

- How is he?

- Not good.

He's been sitting there

all night.

Pedro.

Why do you have that machete?

I thought about

killing his mother.

Make him feel what I feel.

He's only a boy, Pedro.

And when did you decide that?

What are you doing?

Soraya and I are leaving town.

- When?

- Today.

- Now.

- No, son. You can't do that.

Not now.

The people need you.

I can't do anything for them.

Now you listen to me son.

The people are confused.

They need something

to believe in now.

Yeah well...

That's your job.

You listen to me!

I cannot do this alone.

Now you help me

get that boat to the church.

And show them

you have not given up.

I'll do the rest.

You owe them that much.

Father Douglas?

Careful!

Careful!

Steady!

Careful!

Carefully!

Careful! That's it. That's it.

A little more!

A little more we got it!

That's it!

Careful!

Woah! That'll do it!

He's there with Leo.

I told you!

Leo.

We're doing the right thing.

There she is!

She's helping them!

Get away from me!

Get away from me!

Stop it!

What the hell are you doing?

Get out of there!

Help me!

Help me, please!

Don't let it burn!

Help me!

What's the matter

with you people?

Help me, please!

We can't let it burn!

Help me!

Help me, please!

Please, help me for god's sake!

What are you doing?

Come on help us!

Sometimes I think about

how different things could be...

If that wave had just struck

in the middle of the night.

All the children safe in bed.

The next day

everyone so grateful...

As they realize

they had avoided a tragedy.

Can you imagine it?

People would talk about it

for years.

What a miracle, they'd say.

What a miracle.

Same wave struck

the same building...

Just at a different time.

All my life

I've believed in miracles.

Now I think a miracle is...

Just a tragedy...

Narrowly avoided by chance.

I'm sorry.

Tigo.

Leo.

Leo!

Leo!

Leo!

Leo!

Mama.

Leo!

Leo!

No!

One time father Douglas told me

we're all like raindrops

falling from the sky.

You feel alone right now,

he explained.

But someday you'll melt

into the ocean and realize

you're connected

to every raindrop in the world.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe we're all just trying

to melt back into each other.

I don't really know.

But if I ever do reach

that ocean...

I don't think I'll be afraid.

And I don't feel alone anymore.

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