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Hello, Santa.

- Hello, Ms Pilar.

Well, happy birthday.

- Thank you, Ms Pilar.

I made carrot cake.

Very good.

Sh*t.

- What is it?

That's the Portugues lady

I should have stayed with.

Did you enjoy that?

- Very much.

There'll be more next year.

Have you got your twelve raisins ready?

- I don't like raisins.

Pagan rituals.

Jesus, Marie, Joseph.

Happy New Year.

Happy 2011, Pilar.

You know, I've been thinking of you.

Your company, Pilar,

is the ray of light that pierces

the darkness of the hole where lives...

blind...

this devoted friend of yours.

Will this beast deserve

such a delicate golden thread?

No,

don't answer.

Doies the painting

look good on the wall?

Very good.

Another one? - Take it.

I painted it thinking of you.

You shouldn't.

Scribbles. The hand is rough

but soul is sensitive.

My God, please forgive me

for being such a fool sometimes.

I beg you to look after

santa and Aurora's health.

Madam is not feeling well.

Oh, Pilar, you're here?

Would you like some tea?

Santa,

see if we have some biscuits left.

Don't worry, Ms Aurora, I'm fine.

Oh, my friend!

I should get up, but I'm so tired.

Africa is very pretty,

but this time of year

the heat really gets to you.

Ms Aurora, you're at the hospital.

- What a nuisance!

Well, maybe I'll get my pills.

Will you wake me if I fall asleep?

- Don't worry, It won't take long.

Don't just stand there, Santa.

You must check the crocodile regularly.

- What crocodile?

I think you're kidding me sometimes.

How many crocodiles have we got?

Go check before the cheeky bugger

hides in Mr Ventura's house again!

It's completely obsessed with him...

You should get some rest, Ms Aurora.

How can I

if the darn crocodile

is always trying

to get into Gian Luca's house?

What if he bites his finger off?

If then you ask for miracles

Death, error, all calamities,

Leprosy and demons fly,

And health succeeds infirmities.

The sea obeys and fetters break,

And lifeless limbs you do restore;

While treasures lost

are found again...

Hi, Santa.

- Hi, Ms Pilar.

Is she here?

- No, visits are over today.

What did the doctor say?

- Nothing to me.

Her daughter?

- Doesn't answer.

You must find this gentleman.

Madam wants to see him.

But you must be quick.

Madam is dying.

Are you a Jehovah's Witness?

I'm Catholic.

- So am I.

Can I help you?

This may sound weird,

but is there a Mr Ventura here,

by any chance?

That's me.

Gian Luca Ventura?

That's the old man. He's in a home.

Is he your father?

My great-uncle.

He lived here some years ago.

I need to talk to him.

Well, a friend of mine does,

she's a friend of your uncle.

Come in.

Make yourself a t home.

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