16. INT. TRAIN CAR. MORNING.
Santiago and Chava are face to face.
You didn't say goodbye.
(SARCASTIC) Do I ever?
The boxcar jumps as the train goes along.
(INTRIGUED) Where are you going
(INDIFFERENT) Does it matter?
Towering over the old stingy man, Santiago does his best to keep his composure.
(DEFIANT) I´m staying here, with her.
(DEFIANT AS WELL) So?
(CONCILIATORY) I want your blessing and I want you to stay with us.
(WHILE LOOKING AWAY) Never.
The Don ignites Santiago´s anger.
(BEGGING) Viejo, you will bless us!
(AGGRESSIVE) The hell I will!
Santiago grips the Don´s shoulders, lifting him off the ground. The Don squirms and drops to the floor, shooting for Santiago´s legs that takes them both to the ground. They wrestle, mad-drunk men with anger. The Don is deceivingly quick but Santiago slaps him and finally pins him down.
(IMPERATIVE) Time to do as I say. A’Pa! Now bless us!
Another turbulent jump, then silence between the two, between time, between track and land. Man´s knowledge and strength exchanged in their deep stares.
(BEGGING) Please, father!
You have my blessing! Now get off my train!
In an instant, the Don flips Santiago over him and out of the open car. Screaming, the train jumps violently, the Don catches his hand but the train gets Santiago´s leg from him.
That´s when the Don holds tight, aware of the situation. He smiles at his tearful son. He has no choice to let go but not without a hard yank.
17. EXT. TRAIN TRACKS. MORNING.
Santiago flies away from the train, rolling, he is bloody; torn and apart. The Don kneels on the moving train eastward bound, looking at his son for the last time, a lone hand is raised, saying goodbye. In her arms, Luciana wipes Santiago´s face as the others tend to his wounds.
(WHISPERING) A´Pa. He´s gone.
His eyes, close in pain.
CROSS FADE TO:
18. EXT. TRAIN STATION. MORNING.
The wind stops in current time. Santiago painfully rises off the bench. He straps the accordion across his chest. His stump, creaks with each step. The squeeze box whizzes with air, in and out.
The train silently pulls in, a glow of warm light peers out of every window. Santiago begins to play an old tune about the revolution and love. The sad heroic melody greets the train´s gentle arrival.
Luciana, young and vibrant, is seen on the car´s steps, her hand calls for the old accordion player to join her. Smiles exchanged as they did the first night, at the first dance. The old and hobbled man steps on, grabbing her hand. Skin to skin he is alive and thinks, there is no time, no place to be but right here. His young eyes and lips touch hers as the train departs.
Sorry I´m late. We got a delayed.
She smiles. They sit on the steps as the land rolls along and the steam breezes around the two lovers. Santiago, tapping both feet to a beat, plays her a song, the same song he played the night they met. They sing.
Que bonitos ojos tienes ... debajo
de esas dos cejas ... debajo de
esas dos cejas ... que bonitos ojos
"How beautiful eyes you have,
Beneath those two eyebrows, Beneath
those two eyebrows, How beautiful
eyes you have¨.
The train glides off into the distance. Time resumes, arrivals, departures and schedules are kept. His life is done, yet for Santiago, it had just begun.