Undertow Page #4
Again you're swearing?
Do what you want,
but I won't watch.
Where will you go?
- We'll see.
And Miguelito?
- I will take him.
You still love him, huh?
I'll come to you soon.
I promise.
Finally, Miguel.
I've come for the body of Santiago La Rosa.
I want to give it to the sea.
Do you still have it?
-They've already collected it.
Who?
- His family.
They're collecting his stuff from the house
and then they're taking him away.
What?
- You have no business here.
What do you want from here?
He is a good painter, huh?
I don't know. I've never seen any.
He was careful with his work.
But you still, you've posed for him?
- Me?
I can't pose.
- Don't worry, Miguel.
He told me about you.
He called me one time
and said that three was someone.
I said nothing.
I didn't even asked your name.
I didn't know what to say.
I pretended I hadn't heard.
Since then he never spoke to me about you.
He still called, but we never talked like we used to.
He said that he painted because of you
That he had this sensitivity because of you.
Madame....
I want to ask a big favour.
It's not for me but for Santiago.
In the sea.
I've come to ask your permission.
Thank you, but we'll bury him
alongside his father.
You know he was happiest here.
Mama-...
You know that Santiago ...
- I came to fetch him, and I intend to do it.
He wanted to make sure that you got this.
Thank you for coming.
Madame.
My wife is going to leave me, maybe forever, and take our son.
She will leave me because I'm here and I want to honour my promise to your son.
Santiago wanted to be buried here.
If I don't, he will find no peace.
- Do you know what you're asking me?
You know it's not my request.
I want you to support him ...
...and to accompany him.
Are you sure?
Do it for me.
Isaura.
Shall I help you?
- Are you sure?
This applies to anyone who will listen.
I, Miguel Salas,
stand for this church and parish ...
... In order to give a proper burial to
the lifeless body of Santiago La Rosa.
May our Lord bless this ceremony....
... so he will be merciful unto Santiago.
As we take care of his body,
God will care for his soul ...
... Not so that he no longer wanders restlessly...
... but will rest in peace.
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