Frio sol de invierno Page #4

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Get in there

and lie down, f*** you!

Good evening, bastard!

You didn't expect me, did you?

Open your mouth.

I said open it!

Thafsit

Iwouldn'1 move.

My hand's not too steady.

Now I'm going

to take it out very slowly.

If you shout, your dentist is going

to be very pleased to see you.

Good.

Em, good.

Now listen...

I'm going to ask you

a very simple question.

Here we go...

Where the hell is my father?

Adrian. What are you doing?

I told you I don't know where he is.

My goodness.

You lawyers

have bad memories

outside your offices.

Come on, get up!

Get moving.

Go on!

Let's see those hands.

Move, damn it!

Well, well. I felt like

something different tonight.

Act as what you are and

I might even pay you.

Let's see...

You know his address

or at least where he is.

Tell me,

I'll leave and you go back to

dreaming of all the money you make.

Adrian, what you're doing

will only bring trouble.

Quite honestly,

if they find out

about this,

they'll have you recommitted.

Well, well, well...

And I didn't think

anybody would find out.

So you can only

keep secrets in one direction?

You see?

I knew you'd be

interested in the end.

The sooner you tell me,

the sooner you can call a doctor

and tell him a good lie.

Keep that other hand

where I can see it.

Lisbon!

My fathefs living in Lisbon?

It's the only address I have,

you bastard.

Believe it or not,

that hurt me

as much as it hurt you.

Or more even.

Be seeing you, counsellor!

So did I use the gun or not?

You stabbed him with a knife!

No, it was only a penknife.

Are all your neighbours

so weird?

He's not my neighbour.

He's Bud's father.

Mum?

Mum?

Mum, say something.

Please.

Mum!

Speak to me!

He was going

to give me 120.

I'll call an ambulance.

Is there anything you want?

I want to die!

I have to call an ambulance.

Stay with her and whatever

you do, clon't leave.

Understand?

Don't go anywhere.

Who's there?

What...?

What the f*** do you want?

We've met before, haven't we?

There's nothing here.

There's no money here.

By the way, I had to break

a window. I hope you don't mind.

I suppose at least

you gave her

the money, right?

F***ing hell!

You left without paying.

So you don't pay

to beat women up?

Not till tonight...

But you're going to pay tonight.

And I promise you'll get

as good as you give.

Excuse me.

Is this number 23?

Do you know if

anybody lives here?

Thank you.

Good God! Adrian!

I'm as surprised as you are.

I can't work out

what's going on.

How did you find this place?

The lawyer.

I have to see my father.

They told you he was here?

Adrian,

he's never lived here.

That's what I imagined.

But why the photo

of my mother?

I'm the only one

who lives here.

My father must have paid you well

for cooking his meals.

This must have

cost you a fortune.

Look...

I won't bother you.

I just want to talk to him.

This house belongs

to your grandmother.

I lived here

with her till

just over a year ago.

Just over a year ago?

What the hell do you mean?

My grandmothefs been dead

for years. Hasn't she?

Adrian...

When that happened to your mother,

your grandmother

couldn't bear it

and we came to live here.

Her health's bad

and she lives in a home.

That night you lost

more people than you thought.

That's funny...

What a f***ing family.

So my grandmother ran away too?

She's always been hard

to get on with, as you know,

but as you're here,

I think you ought to see her.

No, thanks.

I've got enough ghosts

in my mind as it is.

Then do it for yourself.

If anyone knows

where your father is, she does.

I took some of

your photographs.

You can't tell me anything,

can you?

Am I supposed

to start crying now?

Or at the end,

when you leave?

I can't believe it.

For someone whds been dead

10 years, you look well.

Don't look at me like that,

will you?

I knew you'd come

sooner or later.

Did you need to destroy

that poor man's hand?

I don't believe it...

A private school, the best

treatment, to end up like that,

stabbing people

like a common criminal.

Are there any more lies I should

know about or is this the last?

This is not the best place

to talk of lies, so drop it.

And please stop being so

melodramatic. You just look stupid.

I do not suffer fools

gladly, especially

in my own family.

You look at me

as if I were

an apparition.

To me you are

an apparition.

I came here to see my father

and end up talking to a corpse.

Sh*t!

And it's me who's supposed

to be crazy!

Save me the emotional

blackmail, Adrian.

The longer you live the more reason

you give people to hate you.

So in my case,

you must have

hated me for years.

Your father's in South America.

Wasting his money

on a young girl, for a change.

By the way, do you still

see your psychiatrist?

That's over. I will not

go back to the sanatorium.

I'm sick of treatment.

You'll do something

bad in the end.

You'll go to jail

and that'll be the end.

And I won't live forever.

So ifs true.

Amelia said it wasn't my father

who paid for

everything but you.

Who always hated my guts!

That Amelia would gossip

at her own funeral.

Incredible as it is,

you are my grandson.

I've done what my daughter

would have wanted.

I've administered what's yours.

And don't confuse feelings.

That's bad taste.

I don't hate you, Adrian.

I don't love you, that's all.

Not any more.

The churches are full

of people like you

who confuse faith with fear.

You feel so much remorse

you pray all day.

I have never prayed, young man.

I come hereto complain.

I've been complaining

half my life.

But either I'm deaf

or nobody listens to me.

Don't compare me

to those religious old women

I get away from every morning.

I always thought my money

would keep me away from

people as old as this place,

but here I am,

surrounded by those

who disgust me most.

Why did you do it?

Because I hated her.

I hated your grandfather,

but I never did

anything like that.

Sure...

but mother was pathetic.

Always showing me up,

or don't you remember?

Always reeking of wine,

I hated going near her.

Father avoided her, of course,

and you too.

Don't deny it.

But I was never taught to look

the other way like you all did.

That made me sick.

It's been too many years,

and I'm tired.

She's been after me

all my life,

and I don't know how

to say sorry any more.

Your mother was

the only thing I ever loved.

The only thing, you hear?

You killed someone who was sick

and left the rest of us here.

Don't expect me

to thank you for it.

What a fright!

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

I came to give you a hand.

Your cousin couldn't come

and asked me to come instead.

But half this stuff is his!

What a nerve.

You really don't mind?

No, no.

And I've got nothing better to do.

There's so much here, I don't know

how I would have managed.

Can you close that?

I've filled it too full.

I don't know what I'll do

- with so many clothes.

- Right.

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