The Strange Case of Angelica (O Estranho Caso de Angélica)

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.