Night Train to Lisbon Page #3

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The block of jail

as well as their victims.

Uncle Joo, how are you?

What you doing here?

This is the man I was telling you about,

Raimund Gregorius.

- I brought him.

- I said I talk to him, not you.

- But...

- You can wait in reception.

We go to the lounge.

So, you are interested

in Amadeu de Prado?

Yes.

Mariana tells me

you have a book of him?

Would you like to see it?

I can imagine what it is like.

A godless priest.

That's a good description.

He was the only visitor there

allowed in prison.

Every week he visits,

with books and medicines,

and cigarettes...

which of course, they take away

the moment he leaves.

Yeah, he had privileges.

- What sort of privileges?

- The kind you don't want in life.

- Do you have cigarette?

- No, sorry, I don't smoke.

Pity.

Mariana tells me that

you and Amadeu were in the resistance.

- And Jorge, his best friend.

- Oh yes, he wrote a lot about Jorge.

Oh, they were joined

at the heart and the soul.

For a time...

But Amadeu, he was too soft

for the resistance.

He only joined

because he feel quilt.

Mariana tells me

you are from Switzerland?

Yes, Bern.

There was never a revolution

in Switzerland, was there?

No. Somehow they always

managed to avoid such things.

They wouldn't know what it's like

to live without trusting.

No one to trust,

no friends, no family.

I met his sister, Adriana.

She...

She acts as if he is still alive.

And she wears black

as is in mourning.

Looking at only fill

my cup halfway?

No one has ever done that

for me before.

Yeah, it burns.

A gift from PIDE, the Portuguese Secret Police.

[Polcia Internacional e de Defesa do Estado]

Rui Lus Mendes was his name.

["Butcher of Lisbon"]

1973,

in the spring time...

I'm home.

Who are you?

Where's my wife?

She kindly

took your children for a walk.

This woman that knows all the names.

Where do I find her?

I do not know...

I do not know

what you are talking about.

Your wife tells me

you are an excellent pianist...

Will you play for me?

And my friend?

Please.

Can I see you hands?

Please.

- What should I play?

- Play as your favorite.

They say she has

a photographic memory.

Is that true?

I ask you once more,

where is she?

What made it

all that more terrible

was that someone said yeah

Amadeu, he saved Mendes' life.

Dinnertime. They-- they serve us

early here, like in prison.

Not for the inmates, you understand,

but for the staff.

I'm glad he finally been

able to tell someone about it.

I just wish it had been me.

It is ofter easier

to speak with strangers.

With my family it's a bit different.

Pain is something we pretend

happens to other people.

When Uncle Joo disappeared,

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