The War Is Over Page #8

Working in the shadows

for 15 yeare.

Now you're going to go.

You will take his place.

Because the work goes on

and no single death can interrupt it.

Number 45, third floor right.

- And the password?

- "The sun rises over Benidorm."

When is the funeral?

We received a letter

from Madrid today.

Things are not as serious

as they seemed.

Ramon never saw Spain,

the land of his parents.

You will see the trees of Gerona...

and the vineyards along the road

with Ramon's eyes.

On this trip you will feel

the delight Ramon would have felt.

There will be a strike in Madrid as well

on April 30th.

And on May 1st on the Gran Via!

You didn't know Ramon was dead.

There were shadows, trees,

sunlight... and Ramon was dead.

"Death brings sunshine into your life,"

you were told a while ago.

You laughed, but you should have

shouted at him to shut up...

for Ramon is dead

and his shadow has entered your life...

the shadow of death which has followed

you since the day you were born.

You think to yourself there will be

no strike in Madrid on April 30th...

but you're seized again

by the comradeship of long battles...

by the stubborn joy

of taking action.

You'll find Juan

and accompany him to Madrid.

Once again you'll knock on doors,

which strangers will open.

You'll say something, anything...

"The sun is rising over Benidorm "...

or "Almond trees bloom

in Antonio's garden "...

and they'll let you in, and you'll be

together, for those are the passwords.

You'll see it all with Ramon's eyes:

The sky, the vineyards,

strangers' faces.

All Ramon's joys will be yours...

as if it were your first trip

and the battle were just beginning.

Your buddy's downstairs.

He's waiting with the car.

- Damn!

- What's wrong?

My name is Chauvin!

My name is Andre Sarlat.

Mine is Gabriel Chauvin.

Chauvin? Hell of a name!

- We can swap life stories.

- Shall we tell the truth or make it up?

Make it up.

The truth is of no importance.

We're supposed to make tracks,

so let's make 'em.

You'll have to fill me in on things.

It's my first time.

You'll see. It's simple.

So let's make tracks.

- Papa came home Sunday.

- The concierge told me it was Monday.

She's old. She gets confused.

Indeed.

Too bad he's not in. I would have liked

to take a look at his passport.

It's right here.

Everything's in order.

Sorry to have disturbed you.

Politics can be a tricky affair.

There's more than just smuggling

taking place on the Spanish border.

Last Sunday we received an alert

on a car and its passenger.

The man is wanted in Madrid.

They let him cross,

along with his French driver...

because they're sure they'll catch him

when he returns.

At least, that's what they say.

But if your father's

passport is here...

it's not wandering around

somewhere else, right?

Another false tip.

Anyway, politics are always

a tricky affair.

Some of these underground

characters...

turn up one day

as cabinet ministers.

Papa, you must warn your friends!

Domingo's friends.

They came about the passport.

You're right. I'll be right over.

You're lucky, madame.

We just had a cancellation.

No luggage? You can board

right away. One flight up.

- Have a nice trip.

- Thank you.

All set?

I've got my ticket.

Is everything clear?

You remember everything?

Perfectly.

The address of the house

and what you have to say?

Rue Aribau, number 45,

third floor right.

I ask to speak to Teresa and I say,

"The sun rises over Benidorm."

That they are not to go to Madrid. That

they are both to come back, right?

That Juan and he should return

by separate routes.

Right. That they should come back.

I don't know

why Carlos didn't tell us...

about that incident the other day

at the border.

Anyway, we'll see.

But it will work out.

You have just enough time.

But it will work out.

Have a good trip.

Thank you.

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