Night Train to Lisbon Page #6

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All of those faces, and more,

came to his funeral.

He died on the day of the Revolution.

Oh so, they all brought red carnations.

I dared not speak any words about God

after what Amadeu called

"His empty promises."

But I did allow myself...

one religious word.

Amen.

I was very proud of him.

And why did you

never tell him, papa?

To this day, I never found out

what secret bound those two together,

and what that to do with

Amadeu.

- My brother is not here.

- I know.

Go away.

I know what happened.

He had an aneurysm.

[abnormal widening of an artery]

[leading to thin vessel wall]

It's in the book.

How do you live with that?

No one had ever telling him

blood vessel could burst,

flooding your brain

with blood?

I only found out after

when I discovered his writings.

He never told anyone.

Not even me.

I am sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

No, wait.

Let me show you

where he worked.

People came day and night,

to see him,

to be healed.

No one should be in pain,

he always used to say.

The door was always opened.

I met Joo Ea.

He mentioned that

Amadeu was in the resistance...

Huh.

the resistance...

... and that he saved

Mendes' life.

It was late in the evening.

There were terrible shouts

across the square.

Murderer!

The Police!

We need help!

Get the doctor.

In there!

Amadeu,

you need to come, now.

Is this...?

Out. Out!

Adriana.

A traitor.

Traitor!

Traitor.

- You are a traitor!

- I'm a doctor.

You hear me?

A doctor!

You are a traitor!

He sat him down in this very chair

and washed his face.

His beautiful face.

After that, people stopped coming.

Even Jorge.

That pretty hurt him.

You know of Jorge?

I know they were great friends.

- Why is the world so cruel?

- I ask myself that...

- It is if it doesn't care.

- God doesn't care.

Amadeu was right about that.

I would like to be alone now.

- May I call on you again?

- Why?

His life, his world, was...

... extraordinary. Makes my

seem so insignificant.

- You have cigarettes?

- Which brand?

Um...

You brought them?

No, wait, wait.

Everyone here is a spy.

Worse than the damn fascists.

We go outside.

You didn't telephone me

just to get cigarettes.

I called because...

talking to me let me sleep better,

last night.

Amadeu, he never smoked.

He's the only one who didn't.

Jorge, he smoked like a chimney.

- Jorge, uh-- is he still alive?

- I don't know.

I never talk to him after

what happened with Estefnia.

No one knew how to.

It was too personal.

Who is Estefnia?

The woman who remember everything.

That's why they picked me up

to get to her.

Lieutenant Nicholas Ribeiro.

Benfica. 28 December.

Telephone, 857-2463.

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