H6: Diario de un asesino Page #3

Unstrap me

or you might regret it...

the rest of your Iife.

You know, you're very pretty.

PIease...

unstrap me or I'II pass out,

I swear to God.

I can't even feel my wrists

or ankles.

Tell me why you shoot up.

I already told you...

because of this f***ing Iife

that screws us up.

Everything is dark for us.

We're in a black tunnel...

and there's no way out for us.

There's always a way out.

Not in the tunnel I'm in.

Are you in a tunnel?

You're a f***ing son of a b*tch...

who has a good time

screwing others.

Tell me what drove you to that.

Bad influences at school.

My parents...

My parents...

My parents' Iack of understanding.

Unhappy affairs.

I was never very Iucky with guys...

I don't know why...

And then...

The street...

Then the f***ing street...

until someone offers you...

a job and...

and then it's over, it's all over.

And you?

And you?

Where the f*** are you from?

When did you start messing

with that crap in your head?

- What's the matter? Are you a savior?

- Yes.

- I'm a type of savior.

- No.

You're a prick...

that just got out of the nut house.

No, no, no, please.

Let me go, I won't tell anyone.

I swear to God.

Does someone miss you?

Robert, Robert, my pimp.

He's got a temper that's scary.

I hope I won't have

to tell him about this.

Does he shoot up, too?

Now he has to on his dick

because his veins are shot.

He's a Iost cause.

Understand?

When he finds out about this...

he'II get you,

he's got nothing to Iose.

You're a dreamer.

No!

Think you'II see

Robert again?

No, no, no!

Son of a b*tch.

No!

Help!

Help!

I saw my father four

or five times in my life.

And my mother had character...

if my sister or l

did anything wrong...

she hit us with rods

she had just for that.

The truth is that often we didn't

even have to do anything wrong.

My sister committed suicide

at sixteen.

I was twelve then.

I thought of following

her example...

since she had finally managed

to escape.

But I was lucky and I was

never brave enough to do it.

It's amazing how ignorant

we can be.

We feel we're lost

in this cruel world...

but it's only a test

that the Lord is giving us.

I suffered because I doubted

the meaning of why I was born.

But I spent the time

in jail meditating...

in preparing myself for the true

freedom of my soul.

Do you understand, Marisa?

Can you see the exit?

If you feel bad, don't worry...

you're purifying yourself.

Abstinence is best for the body.

You'II see.

The best comes Iater.

My chest hurts.

I have a terrible pain in my chest.

Are you seeing the Iight?

Do you see the Iight?

If not, you'II soon.

Remember the positive things

about Iife.

It'II help you.

How Iong have I been here?

Only a week, honey.

A Iittle more...

and you'II be purified.

I want to see my mother.

Can you call my mother...

please?

You told me she was dead.

My mother...

My mother is very sick.

She's dying...

and I don't want her to die.

You'II be with her soon.

Doctor...

she has to take care

of all of us.

You'II be with her tomorrow...

and you'II no Ionger suffer.

If Marisa had received

the necessary help...

to live decently,

she'd have made it.

With a little love and someone

to show her the way...

it would've been different.

The first years in life...

are the most important.

Parents, teachers, friends...

are essential during childhood...

and Marisa had no one to count on.

Thank to me,

she can glimpse...

the exit of that tunnel

that obsesses her.

I was thinking

of the difference...

in making love to Francisca.

A good husband is attentive...

affectionate and if possible...

innovative and daring

in his sexual relations.

We make sex into a lot of rules

and conventionalisms.

But man is much more simple.

He finds real pleasure...

when he obeys

his most primitive instincts...

when he shows power...

when he dominates.

And as Nietzsche said...

the best thing

you can be in life...

is to be yourself.

I just cooked Lidia's brains

for Francisca.

who, in fact,

licked her fingers.

I made them in butter...

one onion

and some mixed herbs.

And finally, 50 grams of butter.

Heat the water...

salt, sliced onion...

vinegar and herbs in a pot and...

This is where l, Miguel Oliver...

run into Antonio Frau

for the second time.

I was investigating...

the disappearance of

various prostitutes...

there weren't many clues

and leading nowhere.

One day, by chance,

Christina Oviedo...

came to my station

to put in a report.

A year ago, she bought

her brother a ticket...

but he never

got on the plane...

and she had never

heard from him since.

She also showed me

postcards from him...

and on the last one

he sent...

he said he slept

in an empty guest house.

You're a b*tch, Tina.

I need the money for a fix and

you buy two f***ing drinks.

- Only one, Curro.

- Only one...

F*** you, Tina!

Don't Iie.

Jos said you asked for a third.

Jos wants to f*** me.

I don't Iet him so he Iies.

Jos is okay.

He gives us credit.

'Cause he wants to f*** me.

Watch what you say,

he's a pal of mine.

I swear, Curro, it's true.

He wants to f*** me.

He wants to f*** you...

You're only good

for showing your c*nt to...

dirty old shits, man.

What's up, man?

You got permission

to watch us?

If you need cash,

there's a solution.

Oh, yeah.

Speak up.

I Iike sado.

I Iike to be hit.

Well, what do you know!

Show me a good time

and I'II pay you.

Stop that, you walking c*nt!

Nothing nasty, man,

or you're in for it.

Careful or

I'II slit your throat.

She Iikes her chow,

the slut!

Keep eating and

you might explode.

I've had nothing all day.

Leave her alone.

I tell you what...

you come with me...

and I'II tell you

what I want.

Let's go, man.

Eat up, you pig.

I'II finish it off, okay?

She eats a Iot,

but she was born to screw.

You'II be set for a month.

I swear.

I have to hit her...

since the b*tch spends

so much on booze.

You think that's right,

boss?

- I hit my girlfriend, too.

- They Iike it rough.

Why do they call me Curro?

I hit all my girls.

Babes understand

when you hit them.

I ended up killing her.

I strangled her to death.

You having me on, man?

I was Iocked up

on account of it.

But Iet me tell you something.

It's not right to hit women.

And she seems

Iike a good kid.

She is.

But she's stuck on booze.

And you, are you stuck on heroin?

What's up, man?

Are you a priest?

I do whatever the f*** I want.

And I got another story.

F*** you!

It's tough in the street...

fighting the other motherfuckers.

The world is cruel,

you gotta defend yourself.

But you have to try not

to hurt the girls, Curro.

Our mothers were Iike them.

Mine was a f***ing b*tch.

Now what, old man?

- What goes up must go down, Curro.

- What?

I think I broke something.

Stand up and we'II check.

It's not right to hit women...

especially if you Iove them.

You son of a b*tch.

I Iove my girlfriend.

Motherf***er.

Wait, don't pass out yet.

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