Death and the Maiden Page #6

So maybe...

They'll get through,

but not until about... What time?

About six o'clock

in the morning.

It's unnecessary.

I'm safe here.

Why not send your men

to my city apartment?

I'll be there Sunday night.

Couldn't stop them

if I wanted to, and I don't.

Who was it?

I have to talk to you.

Don't move.

The president is sending cops

here to protect me.

What? Why?

It's a precaution.

It doesn't matter why.

They'll be here by six.

We've only got...

Sh*t. You better hurry.

That's less than four hours.

They may even get here sooner.

We don't have time

to get this confession.

Fine.

We'll kill him right away.

You're going to kill him?

Everything's taken care of.

We push him off the cliff

onto the wrecked car.

- It'll look like an accident.

- You're serious?

Lt'll look like he lost control.

Push him off the cliff.

Maybe he'll hit rocks.

We'll do it

where I wrecked the car.

You said you didn't do anything

to his car.

I had to say that.

It's easy.

You lied to me?

There's no time for this.

It's simple. We push him.

With his hands tied?

We'll climb down, untie them...

put him in the water,

or the car.

Which is better?

In the water, he'll bang around.

Are you crazy?

Well, you know me.

Climb down? Move his corpse?

The tide will take his body.

They'll still know

it was murder.

What am I saying?

I'm not doing this.

You promised not to kill him.

You only wanted a confession.

You don't want to push him

off the cliff?

No. It's premeditated murder.

I won't do it.

Well, if you won't...

you'd better get

the confession quick.

Why don't you use the phone?

It's working now, right?

In the middle of the night?

Barcelona, it's daytime there.

And say what?

Ask for

the administration office...

for Elena Galvan,

the Deputy Secretary.

- You're wasting time.

- She knows me.

She'll tell you

I was in residency in '77.

It won't matter.

I was there

when your wife was under arrest.

Arrest. That's a good euphemism.

I couldn't have had anything

to do with it.

Please, just make the call.

It's not going to convince her.

She's mad. She needs therapy.

You are her therapy.

You're telling me

that if I confess...

she'll forgive me

and let me go?

Forgive you, no.

Let you go, yes...

if your confession

convinces her...

and she truly believes

you're remorseful.

My hands aren't getting

any circulation.

Can you loosen them, please?

That's it. F*** it!

I'm going to count to five,

then I'm telling her...

there's nothing more

I can do to save you. One...

- You're scared your career...

- Two...

...will be destroyed

if I get out alive.

If you confess,

we have no worries. Three...

Stop counting. I can count.

Four is next. It's stupid!

Four.

All right. All right!

What do I have to confess to?

Don't start.

I don't know what to say.

Just imagine it.

But I don't know

what she expects.

If I make it up and it's wrong,

she may kill me anyway.

I know a few things.

Maybe I can help you.

Why don't you ask her?

Ask her what?

What she wants

in the confession.

I'll write down exactly

what she wants, OK?

No. She wants it to be genuine.

How can it be genuine?

I am innocent.

I don't see why you need

to hear everything from me...

to get him to confess.

I'm your lawyer.

I need facts.

I don't want you

to be my lawyer.

I want you to be my husband.

I'm trying to be,

but you're never satisfied.

Poor Gerardo.

There's never any pity for me.

I'm always wrong.

I'm sick of it.

I want to get through this

and get on with our lives.

Is that so wrong?

I wanted to tell you

the day I was released.

Even though I was a mess

and in pain, I ran to see you.

Let's start with the day

of your arrest.

Did you love her?

Christ, we don't have time

for this. They're coming.

I have to interrogate him.

He'll have to write

the confession, we tape it.

Did you love her?

You forgave me.

How many more times

can we go over this?

I never asked if you loved her,

just if you f***ed her.

That was stupid.

You were in bed together.

What did I think you were doing?

We'll die from so much past.

There's too much pain.

We must deal with him.

He's the monster.

How many times did you f*** her?

Give me the gun.

I'll kill him. I'll blow

his f***ing brains out.

Will that make up for it?

No. I just want

the truth for once...

no evasion, no tact.

Was that the first night

she'd spent with you?

So how many times

did you f*** her?

I didn't know

you were alive, Paulie.

That's an excuse.

I want the truth.

You'd been gone for two months.

You're going to shoot me now?

That's your new way

of having a conversation?

We'd been lovers for a month.

I don't know how many times

we had sex.

Were you in love with her?

You want the real, real truth?

Yes. Tonight, I want the truth.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything about

how I felt since that night.

You came back beat up and crazy.

You were half-dead...

taken punishment

a thousand times worse...

than anything

I could have taken...

and you did it to save my life.

How do you think I feel?

I would have given them

your name to save my skin.

They would have broken me

on the first day.

So you see, I don't

really remember anything...

about how I felt since

that night you came back.

But I love you.

I love you.

It's been the logic of my life.

I have a feeling

it's going to destroy me.

It was about two

in the afternoon.

I'd made the pickup...

on the corner of Huerfanos

near the bookstore.

I heard them get out

of a car behind me.

There were two of them...

and one came up

and took my arm...

and said, "Hey, girlie,

you're having a busy day."

The other put a gun

in my ribs...

and said, "Let's go away

for the weekend."

I smelled garlic on his breath.

It's weird.

I'd wondered what he'd eaten.

I didn't resist.

Sometimes I wake up

in the middle of the night.

I get so angry

I want to hit myself.

The street was crowded,

crowded with students.

Maybe they would

have fought for me.

I didn't cry out.

You were supposed to.

You told me, "If they come

for you, yell your name."

"I am Paulina Lorca,

and they're kidnapping me.

"This is an illegal arrest."

I was a fool.

They would have shot you.

They probably would have.

That was the problem.

You see, I wanted to live.

I wanted to see the future.

I wanted to be there

to enjoy my happy ending.

I wanted to live

for that glorious day...

when I would once again

rejoin the man I love...

and live in a free country.

You don't have

to describe the room.

She never saw it.

She was tied to a table,

a wooden table.

Was it long enough

for her whole body?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Whatever I don't know,

just leave out.

She was tied with ropes.

Ropes?

That's right.

They beat her with iron rods

on her back and thighs.

They burned her breasts

with cigars.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

They put a rod...

a metal rod in...

Go on.

I took part

in ninety-four interrogations.

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