Mother of Tears Page #4

He is my son!

Not yours!

Michael.

Damn it!

Be careful, damn it!

You rot in hell.

- Are you ready for the celebration?

- Of course!

Excuse me.

Three Furies.

Furies.

Three Fates.

Three Graces.

Diana, the three-headed-

The Triad.

Why are they always three?

Sorry. Hello?

- Sarah, hi. It's me. It's Michael.

- Michael?

- Where are you?

- Wait, no, no. Wait, wait, listen.

- I-I really need your help, okay?

- Yeah, of course I'll help you.

Just tell me what to do.

- No, you've got-

- Michael?

Michael!

Hello, are you there?

Michael!

Help me, Sarah.

Help me.

Michael, are you still there?

Michael? Michael!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, sister.

Chotomateh!

Simone. Ikeh!

Okay, please, come on.

Let's find her.

And try not to draw too much

attention to yourselves, okay?

- Okay, I know, I know.

- Okay, you two with me. Come on. This way.

Move! Move!

People, we're the police.

No, no, no, you can't go in.

Can't go in.

Lady, you too. Move on, please.

Thank you. Move on.

- Concentrate.

- Huh?

Concentrate!

They won't see you!

Don't worry.

They won't see you!

We lost her.

Okay.

What?

Excuse me.

Where's this train going?

- Orte. Leaves in 30 minutes.

- Thank you.

- Michael?

- This is Michael Pierce's voicemail.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Michael, I've run into problems.

I'm going to Monteleone.

Bye.

Can I help you?

Sorry, I don't understand.

Get out!

The train for Monteleone

now leaving on track nine.

- Where the f*** is she?

- Maybe in there.

Maybe she's in there!

Well, Sarah Mandy killed

this woman because she saw...

Miss Mandy attacking

da Silva over there.

As simple as this.

Mandy weighs 110 pounds,

at the most?

da Silva, God rest his soul,

was a f***ing gorilla.

And he was armed.

No, there's more to this case

than we think.

Can you move them back, please?

Nafech! Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

Nafech! Nafech!

- Yes?

- Hello?

My name is Sarah Mandy. I'm looking

for a friend of mine, Michael Pierce.

- He came to see Father Johannes.

- No, I'm sorry, he's not here.

What?

Could I see Father Johannes then?

It's very important.

You have to come back tomorrow.

- He can't see you today.

- I'm sorry, but that's not possible.

Please, tell him

I won't take much of his time.

Please.

All right. Come in.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

You look like you had

a hard trip.

You have it, you know.

Your mother's gaze.

You're Elisa Mandy's daughter,

aren't you?

I'm Marta Colussi.

You really look just like her.

I knew your mother

many years ago in Germany.

She was a wonderful teacher.

I learned so much from her.

She was a great spiritualist-

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