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[ music crescendos ] [ pained gasps ]

- Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

Mama, it's me.

It's me. I--

I--

I--

[ knocks on the door ]

[ strained wheezing ]

- My poor children.

I paid a call to help you pass these last sad hours.

- Shall these hours pass as dinner through your gullet?

- Thank you Father.

Please forgive my dear sister Eulalie's hysterics.

But we prefer to remain alone with her.

And we wish to be together all three of us.

As we used to be when we were small.

- As you wish Magistrate.

Sister.

Requiem æternam dona eis Domine;

Et lux perpetua luceat ei.

Requiescat in pace.

Amen.

[ coughing fit ]

The foundation is grateful.

She was a saint.

[ cries ]

[ sad whimpers ]

[ clock tick tock's ]

- Mama.

You remember how she used to always read us her letters?

- Of course. She keeps them in that drawer.

- Let us read them.

- Perhaps not now.

- Let us live her whole life through them.

Tonight.

Beside her.

[ rolls of thunder ]

It would be our road to the cross.

Like making the acquaintances of our father and our grandparents whom we never knew.

She spoke of often, do you remember?

- I remember father made her most unhappy.

[ rolls of thunder ]

- We should put them in the grave with her.

- As a burial shroud.

- This...

...this cannot be.

- What is it, Henry?

- It...

It is heresy!

- "My adored one.

"I love you wildly.

"Since yesterday I have been suffering the tortures of the damned, haunted by our memory.

"I feel your lips against mine, your eyes in mine, your breast against mine.

"I love you!

"I love you. My whole soul and body cries out for you.

"Wants you.

"I have kept in my mouth the tase of your kisses..."

- They're not from father. They're...

[ Ruth ]

Jesus.

[ rain storms ]

[ claps of thunder ]

[ seagulls keow ]

[ melancholic music ]

[ suspenseful music ]

[ sniffs deeply ]

[ bells toll ]

[ soft whimper ]

- Come.

Let us retire, brother.

Lest she wake.