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Everything okay, papa?

Leo...

This time let's go together.

Come with me.

Please.

Did you hear me?

I can't. I can't.

You know that I can't.

Try!

Please.

It means nothing to me, okay...

But it does to me -

- it's an old superstition, Dolores.

It's a...

My love, it's a public celebration of pain

that's become a fucking circus.

A celebration of pain that's become a fucking circus?

Yes, Dolores.

A superstition?

That's enough, Dolores.

Please.

I don't know why I thought this time would be different.

It's clear I don't matter; you don't give a fuck.

You can't do this for me?

You're leaving me alone.

I'm not leaving you alone.

I simply can't do it.

I am alone.

Do you realise what you're doing doesn't help you?

It doesn't help us. Not you, not me.

And what are you doing to make things better?

Stop, Dolores.

Wait.

Stop!

Went...

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Take the left turning.

The left?

Why the left?

To go under the bridge.

But I always go that way.

I have to leave flowers.

I'm not going.

I can't.

I don't want to go.

My wife.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Dead!

Look, Leo.

We are not alone.

This is why I wanted you to come.

Everyone here has lost someone.

But today they are coming back to visit us.

Him as well.

He'll never come back.

Come with me.

Come closer.

My love, don't stop there.

Keep walking.

You're nearly there.

We'll all be together again.

Yes, but right now he's here and needs our help.

No need to shout.

Be quiet!

Leo...

Even if you don't believe

could you at least act as if -

- as if what?

As if he were here.

What for?

Try to sense him.

Say something to him.

What can I say?

That I can't bear the guilt I've felt for so long

because I let him go to school by himself that day?

And there's nothing I think more about

than to find the driver of the fucking car

and smash his head on the same fucking road?

What can I say?

That his mama and papa's lives are destroyed?

No, not that -

What can I say to him?

It should be me in there, not you, my love.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I love you so much, my son.

Speak to me.

I can't bear the silence. I can't bear it.

I know.

But it's more unbearable to think

that nothing of him exists.

Because then where can I put my love?