Celos Page #4

and only her.

The greedy guts.

Do you have to pant like that?

I'm sorry.

lt's easy being in bed with you.

You exaggerate, but you like it.

You like it so much

you scare me.

Was it like this with him too?

How often did you do it

in one night?

Antonio, I have to tell you.

Jos isn't dead.

Jos is alive.

That Jos who died is someone else.

Cinta got a postcard from him.

Jos is alive.

I'd rather you knew.

But I also want you to know

that for me...

...you're the best in the world.

What do I have to do

for you to believe me?

Not lie.

When are you telling the truth?

Now, before,...

...or after?

Hand.

This dream has many meanings.

Pretty hands, a sign of success

in business and domestic peace.

lf one is studying them,

this predicts illness.

Washing them signifies worries.

lf the hand is cut,

the loss of a good friendship.

And if someone eats your hand?

What does it mean

if someone eats your hand?

Come in.

Come in.

The widower's out of town

and there are no customers yet.

Now what's the matter?

That postcard...

What postcard?

The one you got from that Jos.

lt's a letter, not a postcard.

The letter, then.

lf I want to.

Of course you do.

I'm giving it to you because

l think it's good for Carmen.

"As for me, I can't stand

Montoro any longer.

Friends in the north have offered

me a business set-up I like."

Jos Crdenas.

lt wasn't Carmona, "Starchy".

What are all these little "X"s?

-Kisses?

-On the mouth.

How do I know this letter

isn't for Carmen?

Look at the envelope.

Cinta Vidal.

Jos Crdenas, Highway 228,

Kilometer 25, Montoro, Teruel.

You won't be able to sleep thinking

about which one will win your heart.

Tell Carmen I've gone on a trip.

Tell her yourself, d*ckhead!

What are you going to do?

What's that place

on the Teruel highway?

You can imagine.

Let him find out

whatever he wants.

lf he prefers the truth,

I'll have to tell him.

Don't do it, you'd be crazy.

I'm sick of this.

Can't I have been mad at 18?

Can't I have loved another man?

Can't I have made a mistake?

Of course, and above all, can't

you have a bit of pleasure...

...when you're offered it

and you're young and pretty?

Jos Crdenas?

Chona!

-Who did you want to see?

-Jos Crdenas.

Silence!

Silence, everyone keep quiet.

ls he a friend of yours?

Since we were kids.

We went to school together.

He isn't here.

-Do you know where he lives?

-ln Bilbao.

He moved to Bilbao last week.

-Have you got his address?

-Even if I had, you wouldn't get it.

Why?

Are you from the police?

Of course not.

lf you're not a cop,

l won't give it to you.

And if you were, I'd give you

a false one. ls that clear?

As clear as day.

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Hey!

What's your name?

Trini. What's yours?

Pedro.

You want to make love, Pedro?

Get in.

Normal is 3,000.

With a blow-job, 5,000.

From behind,

you can forget it.

lf you want to do it in the truck,

drive down to the bend.

You got a place?

Yes, but that's 2,000 more.

I've come with you

because you smell clean.

Even the truck's clean and tidy.

You don't know

what I have to put up with.

The other day, one guy came here...

...and he had bug bites that size

on the end of his dick.

l gave him back his money

and told him to f*** off.

Not even with a rubber.

He can f*** his old lady.

Are you going to do it

with your pants on?

You're really down, aren't you?

Do you know a Jos Crdenas?

Unfortunately.

What do you know about him?

Do you want to f***

or ask questions?

Ask questions.

Asking questions costs more.

Here.

l just wanted to know

if you were a cop.

They never pay to ask questions.

Ask away.

What do you know?

He's a f***ing pimp, to start with.

He went to Bilbao with my savings,

with Vanesa's and with Charo's.

-Three dummies.

-You have his address in Bilbao?

Look,...

...apart from being a bastard,

that f*ggot is a mechanic.

l think he's working

in a factory...

...called Otanca,

or something like that,...

...to fool the police...

...and until he susses out...

...the whoring set-up.

What else do you want to know?

What else do you know?

On the personal side,

a f***ing machine.

He satisfied the three of us

in one night.

Three idiots

crazy about that creep.

Shall we f***?

Without the condom.

Some other day.

I'll hang it on the balcony.

This stupid plant doesn't know

how to live inside the house.

Like you.

l think that all women resist

being shut up in the house.

Don't we?

We also dream about someone

who'll shut us up in the house.

Someone who loves us

to the point of exaggeration.

Like your Antonio.

All I want now is to live

in peace with my Antonio.

Will you help me?

Your Antonio is jealous.

He suspects something.

Yes, I know.

I'm scared you're tempted to open

your mouth and let everything out.

Don't do it.

An old woman's advice.

l don't want to lie anymore.

lf it all goes to hell, so be it.

And your Jos?

lf your Jos suddenly appeared,

what would you do?

l don't know.

Well, I do.

Don't tell Antonio your story.

Take my advice.

Jos, you were right to wait.

I'm more and more anxious

to meet you.

You started as

a specialist mechanic,...

...and now you've moved up

and become a pimp.

That's enough!

That's enough!

Jos has to be buried.

Even if he is alive.

Carmen!

Cinta's disappeared.

-What?

-Cinta's gone, she's disappeared.

She got a phone call

and then she vanished.

Did you talk to the widower?

Yes, he knows nothing.

Just about the phone call.

The sexed up little whore.

l was afraid of this.

Her c*nt's been itching for days.

l can hear you, for Crissake!

He's a pimp.

He exploits women.

Listen.

There's a devil

living in my head.

A black demon that

tells me things about you two.

You're groaning

and demanding more,...

...in a crazy voice

l don't recognize.

You scream, you shout.

Your lips are trembling,

you're naked,...

...sweat pouring off you.

There's also a white angel

which tells me to forget,...

...to close my eyes,...

...to strangle my thoughts.

That you're the woman for me,

my wife.

That I won't find another

who'll love me more.

Antonio...

l love you as much as I hate Jos.

And I know that you love me

although you don't tell me.

And I pray with all my soul...

...that you won't love me less

if I tell you the truth.

l don't have the strength

to listen to more truths.

You must listen to me...

...because I want to escape

from this hell too,...

...even if I have to crawl out.

l don't want to know any more!

l was crazy about Jos

and I had a child by him!

l was crazy about Jos...

...and I had a child by him.

A child Jos didn't want.

A child who disappeared

when he was two years old.

l suspected that

Jos was responsible...

...for my child's disappearance.

But at night...

...that man would drive me wild...

...and stop me thinking

about my child.

l sacrificed everything,

without reservation.

l even let them sell my body.

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