- Who? - Goodnight.
I'm the foreman Quinta Das Portas.
And what does?
Mrs. Quinta Das Portas bring a photographer asked me urgently.
At this time?
Yes, it is for now.
But ... this time?
Yes, it is for now.
Photographer is my husband, but he's not here.
No this? So I have to wait until you return, ma'am.
Why? He went to Porto and will not return
until the day after tomorrow.
And could not you find me another photographer?
Well, I do not know any other around here.
Excuse me sir, I know a guy who works in photography.
Oh, that's perfect. Who?
I think it came from the lands
oil. It is a Sephardic immigrant.
- And what is that? - It is a Portuguese Jew.
He is still young and will not be here for long.
He works hard, always shooting. If you wish, I'll take you there.
That would be wonderful. Please.
Bailen, oh stars! You who follow these vertiginous
mathematical coordinates.
So turn something delirious! And run for a brief moment
away from their path takes them cuffed.
Is an angel.
'Time, Stop right there!
And you, the creations of yesterday
wandering in real heavenly way.
Angels, open for me the gates of
heaven, that night is my day
and God into me.
Sir Isaac, Sir Isaac!
What, Miss Justina?
There's a man down there waiting for him.
And what does?
Brings a message of an important lady.
You have to portray his daughter. There in Quinta Das Portas.
- At Quinta Das Portas? - Yes, it's not too far.
- Already? - Immediately.
- Already? - Yeah. They hurry.
Oh, Lady ...
Do what you want, Mr. Isaac.
But do not forget it
a house of a very important lady.
Paramount. I say only that, Mr. Isaac.
Okay, okay. Say yes.
I'm already running.
You photographer, right? Please come with me.
It is Angelica, you know. It is Angelica.
A tragedy!
We just finished dressing her. She looked so beautiful ... the poor creature!
A mother would like to keep a final memory, even if it is very sad.
You know, Angelica is my sister.
Very sad.
Poor Angelica! And we...
Please come in.
He's my brother Antonio.
His wife is with the ladies, next to Angelica.
His daughters are asleep.
My sincere condolences.
A tragedy!
So young...
Recently married.
The husband is inconsolable.
Angelica is in the room in the back.
Come.
It's the poor husband.
- Photographer, how's it called? - Isaac.
- Isaac? - Yes, mother, Isaac.
My name is Maria das Dores.
I am the sister of the deceased Angelica and devout Christian.
One realizes that you are a nun because of the habit.
Personally I have nothing against that.
All right. I feel calmer then.
Now, photos ...
There is my sister.
Beside her, our mother, taking care of her.
Lady is our mother.
I accompany you in your pain.
Thank you.
Angelica, my dear creature.
Come.
From this side.
It would be better...
from this side.
Look, seems fine from this angle.
But I leave the choice to his artistic judgment.
- Have you took the photo? - No, I need a more powerful lamp.
I will order someone to bring her.
We need a more powerful lamp. Would he could look, please?
Better if you sit for a while.
What a beautiful and calm! Do not you think?
Yes, she still does not seem to be dead.
Do not you think, photographer?
- It's OK now? - Yes, it is now better.
Did you take the picture?
So yes or no?
Yes. I mean ... no.
I mean, not yet. I'm looking for a better angle.
Okay, we'll wait then.
Come in please.
The binoculars?
He watched the men plowing.
Oh, my God, Mr. Isaac!
As tired as it is ... and it has not even gone to the dining room!
And there you are, looking through binoculars ...
such an old-fashioned work.
Today, just very few farms use it.
It's precisely what interests me!
But Mr. Isaac, that work is rarely used here,
Now everything is done with machines!
And this is the last job I like fashion.
I'm heading there now.
To shoot that?
To shoot that, Ms. Justina.
Well, go if you want.
But first take your breakfast, made with love.
Until I brought a flower.
I have to leave before the end.
Go then.
God accompany you!
And I continue with my business.
Hey, Lord, Lord!
Be so kind to give a coin to the poor and miserable man.
May the Virgin Mary keep you in your glory!
So pretty! So beautiful she is!
True. And a beautiful dress.
A wedding dress.
He is smiling happily, as if to marry.
She looks like a little piece of heaven.
We celebrate this Mass for our sister Angelica.
Anything for this poor and miserable man?
You again? I gave a coin just now.
May God keep you for your compassion.
'Time, Stop right there!
And you, the creations of yesterday
wandering in real heavenly way.
Angels, open for me the gates of
heaven, that night is my day
and God into me.
Oh, it's you.
Suit photographic evidence,
as the Lady said it was urgent.
I waited...
Okay, they have been delivered.
Angelica!
It was ... just a strange reality ...
Hallucination?
But very similar to this present moment.
Was it an entry into the space of all, as often heard?
And it dissolves ...
like cigarette smoke.
Yes ... because this enchantment
deletes every anguish I have.
It can be crazy mine?
OMG!
Why is this happening?
He is not good at all, and works hard, I say.
Who are concerned, Madam?
Does your guest, Mr. Isaac?
Sure, no one else.
In this pension, no, but there are others out.
You're right, you're right.
But do not you think that this gentleman behaves strangely?
It always seemed a very private person,
and a little self-absorbed. Or at least that's what it has become.
So is.
Many times I told him not to waste
attractive time taking pictures of people.
Do you mean the farmers?
- Insurance. - And because?
Because these ancient vineyards are very rare,
Now everything is done with machines.
But he would not listen.
Do you know what he told me?
"It's that old fashion what interests me!"
And then it went!
And he did not tell me exactly what interests you.
It has become very strange.
I know, yesterday I saw the photos
hanging in his room.
Holy God!
The horrible laborers together with
portraits of the dead girl. Poor thing!
The girl, Ma'am?
She was married and people said she was even pregnant.
We should feel sorry for her husband however.
I do not know those people.
But Mr. Isaac ...
It is becoming enigmatic.
So is. All the time taking photos everywhere like a madman.
Like crazy, very well said.
You can not understand the sudden change of behavior of this gentleman
After photographing the lady.
The dead woman. It is true. What will
happened there? No one knows, too.
When cleaning his room yesterday
I was amazed the hanging photos.
Holy God!
Side by side with the dead girl.
Who, incidentally, it was a very beautiful lady.
Now where are the photos?
They were threatening!
My God, a farmer holding up his hoe.
Terrible, Dr. Matthias. Terrible!
That just shows the desperation.
!? My despair ?!
Not yours, Ms. Justina, that of Mr. Isaac.
Desperate? Why?
I do not know.
To each his life. And he is not confident.
True.
The truth is that nobody knows anything about his past.
And what is the significance of that?
Ortega y Gasset said:
"The man and his circumstances."
What concerns, Dr. Matthias?
A what's going on here now ...
And what happened there.
Oh, my mother! Heavens!
Poor Mr. Isaac.
Poor? Poor us all!
He said it well, Ortega y Gasset:
"The man and his circumstances."
I see you are a little discouraged today, engineer.
I am, my dear Matthias, and I have a good reason.
Do not tell me!
- Guess what happened to me? - Tell us.
I and a famous colleague of mine from Brazil were invited
to give our experience concerning a new long bridge over the Tagus.
And why they called them both?
I think it was to have a
safer opinion, wiser,
and that's why they called Brazilian renowned.
It is a prestigious engineering.
And it was not approved?
It did not happen, although it was approved.
It's great!
- But what happened then? - Yes, that would be great, but ...
- But what happened? - The project was canceled.
Cancelled? Why?
By the current economic crisis, the difficulty in obtaining the
capital required to build it.
And there were even people talking about
floods, which have now become so prevalent.
That could be an obstacle,
or stop work.
Ah, I'm glad you came.
He was about to take breakfast the other day.
I appreciate your care, ma'am.
But I did not want to bother me.
Please sit down. I serve in a minute ...
- Good morning to all. - Good Morning.
- Here's your breakfast. - Thank you so much Mrs.
¡Oh, Sra. Clementina!
We were supposed to meet him at his hotel.
I know, I know. But I wanted to meet Dr. Matthias in place,
in the same way, an engineer, you have already introduced me on the slopes ...
of this beautiful region.
I wanted to come here, even knocked on the wrong door before arrival.
Finally, here I am!
Ms. Justina, I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Clementina.
An engineer like me, but more prestigious.
The person we spoke just now.
Miss Justina owns this pension.
Very pleasant to meet you, ma'am.
Very nice to know Him too.
Please, lady, sit next to the gentleman
- ... and eat with us. - Thank you, and I ate.
But I accept coffee.
I am pleased to introduce my dear friend ...
Mrs. Clementina.
Miss Rosa.
Mr. Isaac.
And my old friend Matthias.
Pleased to meet you, Miss Rosa, Sir Isaac,
and in particular, Mr. Matias, who always ...
I hear words of admiration.
I do not even tell you who I have to say them!
Our pleasure.
But please sit down here with us.
Sorry.
I waited eagerly to meet you, Dr. Matthias, right on site.
Thank you.
I know you are also concerned, lady,
about current problems in the world,
that might be the reason why the project was canceled.
All by the economic crisis and chaotic situation
that the world faces.
Exactly. And about the same economic crisis,
I recently had an extraordinary meeting with an old colleague of mine.
The truth is that people today speak
much about our difficult economic crisis,
but more serious than that is the chaotic and polluting threat
Around us.
There are numerous studies and a good deal
doubts about what the future prepares us,
for certain companies, for certain countries.
It's funny what Rui Cardoso Martins tells us
about the "seven mosquitoes of the Apocalypse".
In any case, he says the risk is not great
because, as you know, we should not separate
these chaotic situations of cosmic situations.
He speaks of this hypothesis.
Exactly.
Notes that the highest strata of the atmosphere,
cosmic rays collide, which is millions of times
more powerful than the LHC, and so far nothing has happened.
And that?
According to him there is enough antimatter.
Good day everyone. I have to go.
Good morning, Ms. Rosa.
Returning to the subject, he says he has never created antimatter
which can be seen by the eyes,
and in principle it should be similar to that matter.
The secrecy surrounding antimatter is that it is so unstable
and therefore very rare in the universe.
The antimatter does not eat the stuff!
When a particle is its antiparticle,
They embrace ...
And derived in its purest essence: Energy.
Matter is nothing but a type of spirit.
Energy...
Spirit...
The most dangerous form allows ...
... are not seven archangels of the Apocalypse blowing trumpets,
... but seven flying mosquitoes.
If a living being of 75 kg. enter into a particle accelerator
in its full power, what would happen?
According to him, a burn on his belly.
Or a hole.
The energy of the proton is not high,
It corresponds to the seven-flying mosquitoes,
But the density itself is huge!
I think no one thinks much about what would happen,
but it would not be anything spectacular,
nothing like Hollywood special effects.
There are images of bright stars
extinct millions of years ago, coming to us.
But the first space photos taken by the Hubble,
date from about 500 million years after the Big Bang.
Right.
It is high time to go ...
Well, I'm ready.
You know a lot.
We only know what we know, ma'am.
What has yet to learn?
Pretty much what we already know.
Oh, God be with you!
I did not understand a thing of what they were talking about.
It's nothing you surprised at all, Lady.
That gentleman is strange.
A lot. We all think the same.
Nice to meet you, ma'am.
A pleasure, ma'am.
My little thing!
My little thing.
Little thing.
There is even taking that cup of coffee, Mr. Isaac ...
and still has not eaten anything, he not even sat down.
You work hard, and husky
all night, I could not sleep!
By moans ...
Please forgive me, but I have to tell you, Mr. Isaac,
You can not continue with such excesses. WE ruin, for God's sake!
Do not worry about me, ma'am.
I'm fine.
I say this as a council, it is for your good.
Please Take care of yourself, I ask.
And now I have to go.
This guest arrived
suddenly and without warning,
but it did not seem a bad person.
He works hard and cares about something.
- This guy worries me. - Speech of Mr. Isaac, right?
Yes of course.
He cares about him, is not it, ma'am?
And that's wrong?
There you have it.
Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
For ladies it is fine, but as you can
see, the knights are no longer here more ...
That's right, Mr. Isaac.
And it was about to take her breakfast room.
Always worrying about me, ma'am.
Today it was so.
Take a seat and serve at a time.
- Good morning, Miss Rose.. - Good Morning.
Today it was so.
I shall return later to lift the table.
Sr. Isaac...
They have come again Quinta Das Portas.
Who? Is that impertinent maid?
No.not she.
It is the foreman, asking him to go there because the ladies
They want to sort the photos before leaving.
- I think today go to Lisbon. - I will talk to him.
He has gone. He only left the message.
Then I will go.
Angelica's husband.
¡Ah! Isaac ...
Lady Angelica is dead.
I know it.
- I'm here for the pictures of Angelica. - Finally!
Ladies will have waited too long. Enter and wait in this room.
You get very delayed, Mr. Isaac.
My life is a little ... it's a little ...
I've been absorbed, please forgive me.
Okay, let's cut to the chase. Photos of Angelica my dear girl.
Those are where we are concerned.
This.
Here.
Where she seems to smile. I want one in this large format.
Other small size for the family album.
Including one where she seems to smile.
- Did you hear what I said? - Yes, I heard.
The smile in large format,
and the other for the family album, as you requested.
Exactly.
For this album.
Angelica was 3 years old here.
This was taken by his brother, out there in the yard.
Children! Look at your state!
Take your hand away.
Scope out your hand to your mouth!
Come. Come.
Are my granddaughters, my Antonio.
We go with him for a few days to Lisbon.
Mother, we have to go, it's a long trip.
I wish you a good trip.
Thank you. God be with you.
Oh, the pictures.
He has left on the table.
Right.
- But it's not what I was looking for. - Why?
They are pictures that Mrs. ordered!
Yes of course.
Is something...
Poor little thing!
My poor little thing!
It's no wonder, ma'am! You just gave a boiled egg. It was too much.
What do you say? It is witchcraft.
It is a curse that came to this house.
If so loves the bird, why not embalmed?
My God! Poor little creature ...
Why not? Embalmed, you could keep him around.
That's true.
But embalming poor creature ...
No, I can not do that.
Oh, my poor linnet.
Last night, strange things happened.
Groans, and strange noises that
room seemed to come from Mr. Isaac ...
I even thought that he had
dared to bring someone to his room.
To who?
A maid Quinta Das Portas.
Impossible!
Mr. Isaac see in a respectful and serious man.
Undoubtedly. It's exactly what I think.
Me too, me too.
But then these strange things ...
They were like witchcraft.
If you believe in witches, I say they followed him.
It's what they say Galicians "I do not believe in witches, but there are, there are."
I do not like this talk about witchcraft.
In the sacred name of Jesus!
What happened to the bird?
Oh, Mr. Isaac, was found dead in the cage.
What have I done wrong?
But what is this?
You must be crazy to do so, for no reason.
Who knows why ran ...
everything is here.
Oh good...
Call an ambulance!
Calm Calm! They Go for help!
But why? Why he has brought
you here and not a hospital?
Oh, poor Mr. Isaac and poor me!
But what were they thinking?
Did not you see that should be taken to the hospital?
Calm down, ma'am. We are here to help.
I know, doctor, I know.
Mr. Isaac was not good for long.
I know.
I sensed.
But I did not know exactly why.
But I felt something, doctor.
Madam, we are here to take care of everything.
I ask you now to get out, to work quietly.
But I can help you, doctor!
Needless. The nurse is coming,
and it has the necessary expertise.
And you, madam, has much more to do.
Please go. And do not worry, we'll take care of everything.
Anything, call me, doctor.
Okay, ma'am.
Here I am, doctor, sorry for the delay.
¡What!
You are in time to help me.
He rose and then fell here.
Help me take him to bed.
Call Mrs. Justina now.
Is dead?
Yes, he's dead.