Black Bread

BLACK BREAD:

Culet.

Culet.

Pitorliua...

Pauleta.

Pauleta.

What?

Dionis' wagon fell down

into the woods.

What are you talking about?

And Culet?

They're on the ground.

They look dead.

- Where are they?

- Just around the Pallera.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

- How are you?

- OK.

We're going straight home.

Your mother's very worried.

Farriol, wait!

Here!

Stop by the garrison tomorrow.

The Mayor and Judge will take

the boy's statement.

He's been very good.

Paperwork, you know?

Today there's no end to paperwork.

- You shouldn't have stopped!

- But dad...

Don't dad me, you'll see

the headaches we have now.

Go on in!

So? What happened?

They say a landslide accident.

My God! What a sad death!

And poor Culet didn't have time

to even start his life.

The woods are cursed since the war.

Florncia!

Don't scare the boy even more!

Dad, should I put the clothespin on?

- Dad?

- What?

The clothespin. They always

knock the food over.

You notice everything, don't you?

Put it on.

And Culet and his dad's birds?

Who'll take care of them now?

Pauleta, I guess.

Problem's who'll take care of her.

Andreu!

Andreu!

Come on, you'll be late for school.

We have to go see

the Mayor and Capt. Clotet.

I can't wait.

I should be at the factory already.

- Who signs, him or me?

- Both.

Andreu.

This is everything you told us.

You can write your own name,

can't you?

If you're such a good student...

Sign it.

Poor woman.

Andreu,

here it says the boy wasn't dead

when you found him.

- He didn't have time to say anything?

- No.

A name, anything...

It could be important to us.

Well... he said something weird.

I think it was Pitorliua.

Does that mean anything to you?

There's a bird named that.

A little, tame one.

Yes, yes, but besides the bird?

They say in the Baumes cave

there's like a ghost called Pitorliua.

Take the boy to the other room,

give him a coffee, he's been good.

And you wait, we're not done yet.

Though it looks like an accident,

it's hard to believe.

We think someone

pushed Dionis Segui off.

Children's fantasies apart,

all that makes us think about

this Pitorliua story.

Don't worry about a thing, kid.

What did you say?

Don't worry about a thing.

We'll bring you some breakfast.

The white bread's not for you.

Take the other one.

You and Dionis were inseparable.

Too much business together:

Birds, trade unions,

dirty work

that's better not to discuss...

I'd be careful if I was you.

Too many people have it in for you.

Done lecturing me?

I just want to warn you. There are

still a lot of reds to purge.

You wouldn't want

to wind up like Dionis.

Not for you,

for the kids and widows

who never meddled.

Andreu.

Andreu, come on,

leave it, we're going.

You're different from your dad.

I hope you pick a better path.

He'll do what we want.

You have no damn say in it!

Florncia didn't choose so well.

- So she should've chosen you!

- She'd be much better off.

Those clowns, a bunch of losers!

What are you doing?

Packing, can't you see?

Where are you going?

To France.

The Captain suspects

Dionis Segui was killed.

What? Who was it?

I don't know.

Could've been anyone.

Even one of those Town Hall traitors.

I'm afraid they'll go after me.

But why?

Because Dionis and I

represented too much.

You shouldn't have gotten

into politics.

I was defending my ideas.

And look where you ideas got us.

Me, I work like crazy.

Look what you got with

your bird mania and ideals.

All I've ever done was so

you'd never lack anything at home.

And now too.

I'll talk to the owners

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