Undertow Page #3

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- Are you crazy? He's a friend of mine?

Come on. I know a place.

The body of Christ.

- Amen.

Well, I'm done here.

I'm going to see if Miguel needs help.

Mariela, I said nothing.

Jacinto has spread the rumor.

What rumor?

- About the painting.

What painting?

Pato, where are the others?

- No idea.

They said they'd come.

- Really? When?

For the mass.

- Maybe they're busy.

What? They come here every Sunday?

-Why are you asking me?

I'm here, right?

- Yes, thanks.

Well, what's going on, Hector?

Come on.

Don't be stupid.

It's not me.

I don't know. I haven't seen it.

Not necessarily. I'm not.

- How do you know?

I've never spoken to f***er.

- Maybe he has a picture of you.

You don't believe me, huh?

Do you believe me?

- I don't know, Miguel.

They've seen you coming out of his house.

-That is a lie, man.

Listen, Miguel, if you're with that guy, that is your problem.

But you have a wife. Show her

respect, so that others will.

You're father. You've got a child.

Everyone says you're doing it with that guy.

Even the women say it, and that makes me furious.

Think of your wife, your family

and what will happen to your child.

Do you want your son to have a gay

as a father?

Motherf***er, I'm not a fag.

You're a f***ing fag.

I know you're here.

You never talked to that fag?

Damn. I said you shouldn't paint me.

It was for me.

-The whole town thinks I'm gay.

You're not gay then?

And you know why?

For that you must be brave

and that's not you.

Coward, you think you are a man

because you have a wife and child.

Shut up, damn it.

In thousands of ways you can look like a man,

but you are in no way a man.

You thin you're a man?

Who are you trying to fool?

You're afraid to accept ...

...that you love me.

I can't love you, Tiago.

That's not true.

Who says?

Who says that sh*t?

You do your best for them

and then people behave like this ...

... they make up everything.

She said it in passing.

- The b*tch.

She gets more like her mother.

Let them all go to hell.

They won't see any tears from me.

He's huge.

I've known Miguel since childhood.

A stupid painting doesn't upset me and it shouldn't upset you either.

Yes, I know.

I'm here, Mari.

Relax. I am.

I can't.

- You can do it.

Any later and you'd have missed it.

-And so.

Good. Very good.

So it went well.

Look.

Hello, little one.

Tiago?

Wait.

This is Miguelito.

Hello.

Bye, baby.

He looks just like you, man.

Now you're a dad, Mico.

I'm gonna go get a pisco.

We should celebrate.

Of course.

Sabino, a pisco, please.

This one's on the house, Miguel.

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Miguel.

- Thanks, Tano.

Tonight our son was born.

None of you came to see.

What are you doing here?

- To see you two.

You're a beautiful mother.

Come on.

What's happened with Hector?

- A stupid quarrel.

He clearly thinks otherwise.

He hasn't even come to visit.

I beat him too hard. I'll apologize. Don't worry.

I'll get home early.

- Chino.

What about that painting?

I don't know if it exists.

I never posed for this guy.

Why do they say ...

-How should I know?

Damn, who do you believe?

- You, so I'm asking.

I wasn't with this guy.

I swear on Miguelito.

No, don't swear on him.

Never. Do you understand me? Never.

"If a little of that of me is seduced by sin ...

... it would be better to put a millstone around my neck

and thron it into the sea.

If your hand causes you to sin,

chop it off.

It's better to go throuh life maimed,

than go to hell with two hands ...

... where the fire is inextinguishable.

If your foor entices you to sin,

chop it off.

You're better to go through life lame ...

... than be thrown into hell with two feet.

Miguel, what is it?

It's ...

What is it?

Was it true?

Forgive me, Mari.

Get the f*** out, don't cry.

Mari, please ...

So I'm not. I swear.

Nothing happened. And he's gone now.

I swear that

What is it?

This can't continue.

I found the body.

But I didn't want you you to float away

and tied you up.

And now it's gone.

I didn't want this.

I'm an idiot.

Everything was going so well.

I thought I could make everyone happy.

And now what?

I can't do it any more.

I have a son, Tiago.

I gotta give him a family.

I want to ask you one more thing.

Don't call me anymore.

Don't find me any more.

Promise me you'll let me rest.

Good evening.

Dona, sorry that I come so late ...

- She doesn't want to see you anymore, Miguel.

I know.

Is she well?

- What do you think?

How's Miguelito?

- He's a saint.

Please tell Mariela I'll be at home waiting for her.

They're long overdue.

-Go home. I will tell them.

Thank you.

We need time to think.

-I have nothing to think about.

I want to be with you. Even if you don't believe me, it's true.

What do you want me to do?

What would you do?

I wouldn't do what you did.

I thought so, too.

I only want what's good for him.

Come inside.

If I hear that one of you has been saying

something about my husband again ...

...I will scratch your eyes out.

Have a nice day.

Pato.

Pull, man.

Go f*** yourself!.

Mariela?

- Hector!

And Miguel?

- He's inside resting.

Let him sleep.

- I just want to talk to you.

Goal!

- A long shot, man.

You've had bad luck all day.

What happened?

No-one hurt.

It's a bunch of horseshit. We had

to set a sea lion free from the nets.

And? Ready to play against your master?

Please wait. I gotta pee.

-Damn.

Isaura, what do you want?

Nothing.

Say what's on your heart.

It wasn't a sea lion.

It was the body of a man.

His face was unrecognizable, but

everyone knew it was the painter.

Pastor Juan has blessed the body

and they're looking for his family.

The body laid-out at the doctors

until someone arrives to claim it.

Why are you telling me this?

If I don't tell you, no one will

I thought you'd want to know.

Well, now I know.

Hear that?

That's the sea.

I'm here when I'm not here.

You see how beautiful it is?

But you know who's even more beautiful?

Indeed, you.

You are the finest in the world.

Yes, I know.

Where were you?

- Outside.

So late?

-We were looking at the sea.

Didn't he cry?

With you he never cries.

You make me jealous.

You probably hungry.

I'll warm it up.

His body was found.

You knew that, huh?

I want him buried.

Pastor Juan has arranged everything.

Tomorrow his family pick him up.

He did 't care about our traditions.

He surely wouldn't ...

But he did.

If I don't, he'll find no peace.

Do you think they're going to leave their wealthy son here ...

-I 'm gonna try.

I owe him that.

-And Miguelito? You're his father.

I doing it for him.

-don't be selfish.

So that he can respect his father.

And learn to be a man ...

... If I myself am not a man.

- How will he know how to be one.

Let them take him. In a few years

everyone will forget.

But I will remember and so will you.

Why does everyone have to wallow in your sh*t?

Mari, this is the last thing. I swear.

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