The Sandman Page #3

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I think the food here is very poor.

They need milk, fish and meat.

And?

And?

- Anything else?

- I don't know, Burgos.

Have you seen the state

of the outhouse roof?

I'm afraid to enter some areas,

and the dormitories have

rising damp and mould.

And that rat this morning...

...it can't live far away.

And what's worse,

I daren't throw it away.

I've got the feeling

I'm going to need it.

The medicine cabinet

desperately needs restocking.

Your complaints are building up.

Nor do I like Luis.

He's too heavy-handed.

Sometimes only forces keeps order.

Luis is doing his job.

Write a report for me

on what you think is needed,

and I'll talk to the Council.

Shut up, or I'll get mad.

You got that?

You know what I mean?

- Do you understand?

- Hey, you!

What are you doing up there?

Now I'm down here.

What do you want?

And you? What do you want?

- Come on.

- No.

She stays here.

Don't play the smart-ass with me.

Are you okay?

It's for you. You can use it.

Take off your beret when you eat.

The beret!

Take off!

They treat me like a criminal,

which I'm not, and I don't want

them frying my brains in that hole.

You've never been locked up before?

In a place like this, no.

During the war

we lived in the capital.

Life was new to me,

I'd only just been born.

There was also a captain...

...who claimed the Reds

had burnt his brother alive.

One afternoon, some soldiers

brought a couple to him,

accused of being anarchists,

but he said he wasn't

looking for any old Reds,

he wanted the one

who'd burnt his brother.

A fair man.

Fair?

A son of a b*tch.

He knew the soldiers

would kill them anyway.

His conscience was clear,

as if by not killing them himself,

he had saved their lives.

They found my parents in a ditch.

They'd been shot in the back.

Nobody forgave them.

When I was 16 I found

out who the officer was.

Captain Castajo,

God damn him.

One day I stood up to him

and called him a murderer.

I was in prison nine days.

I had it in the consulting room.

I thought you might like to read it.

'Moby Dick'.

It'll help pass the time.

Can you keep a secret?

I don't care for

the 'method' either.

Are you sure he can do it?

There's only one way to find out.

I don't like patients involved

in the running of this place.

They already are, the women

work and clean the kitchen.

- That's not the same.

- No?

Okay, try it, but I'm

making you responsible.

- You have a gift for photography.

- No, they go with the report.

Your intentions are good,

but I don't think all this

is really necessary.

The council knows what a lunatic

looks like. It's not a good idea.

It doesn't work like that.

Who's locked up in Cell 5?

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