Kika Page #7

Something important's come up.

Unforeseen, impossible as it seems.

I must speak to Nicholas,

as I feel I'll never see him again.

I won't ask for another chance,

I don't deserve it.

I wanted to die tonight,

but don't suffer for me.

You gave me more than I deserved.

In my own dirty and silent way,

I loved you and love you.

Forgive me.

Ramn.

What do you want?

I brought money for the chapters.

How'd you know I was here?

I supposed.

Won't you ask me in?

No. And quit filming!

Here.

I brought cash

to avoid you going to the bank.

Fine. Goodbye.

The receipt!

You have to sign it!

I'd like to speak to Ramn.

He's not here.

What's his car doing here?

I brought it.

I know he's here.

I heard you talking.

I've been outside a while.

In any case,

it's you I want to talk to.

- Give me an interview!

- What?

An interview!

You don't have much time to flee,

I'll be brief.

I'll air it when you're far from here!

Don't bluff!

I know everything.

Your trips were a great excuse to kill.

You killed your wife,

but I don't care.

I want to know about the others,

starting with the blonde.

Shut up or I'll cut your tongue!

You'd do it if you could.

A man who kills a woman with a vase

after she's sung in the moonlight

is capable of anything.

I'm talking about the blonde Mexican.

You said she was with you

only an hour that day,

yet I filmed you both

that night at home

just before my phone call.

The ditch is for her, right?

I'm coming in!

Must I prove what I'd do for an interview?

For once I'm facing a serial killer,

I won't miss the chance!

Don't move!

The knife!

Sit there!

Let's talk like civilized people.

From your bibliography

and the proof I just got,

I don't doubt you're a serial killer.

I can give you a detailed report

on my deductions,

but save me the ostentation.

We have no time.

I need a doctor.

You need much more,

you need my complicity.

We'll make a deal.

I'll get a doctor for your wound.

I'll help you flee or hide,

whatever you prefer.

For the interview

I can pay 10 million.

That's what we offer bounty hunters.

I suppose you'd rather have it.

I don't have it here,

but I'll send it where you say.

I won't air the interview

till you're out of here.

What do you say?

Do I have a choice?

Let's get to work.

About the blonde Mexican...

You got rid of her in the chest

during the move, right?

Who was she?

Who is she in the novel?

I'm bleeding to death.

Don't lose time then!

Who was she? Why'd you kill her?

In the novel she's identical to

the lesbian killer's last victim's sister.

Why not tell me you're

that ridiculous lesbian?

- I'll explain it all.

- When?

Now, but help me stop the haemorrhage.

Take that shirt,

tie it around your knee.

Don't forget I'm pointing a gun

and I'm tired of waiting.

Why didn't you listen to me?

We have little time,

say yes or no.

Just nod your head.

I'll take you to the hospital, I swear.

You committed

all the crimes you wrote about, right?

Tell me yes or no.

Nod your head.

Tell me yes...

God, what am I going to do?

The ditch!

What happened?

That madwoman...

And Ramn?

Up in his room.

Is he dead?

You never know...

He's dead...

You never know with that boy.

I don't have time for speeches.

A gift for you.

Publish it,

it'll be a best-seller.

Just change the title

and the main character's name.

Put mine in her place

and it'll become my autobiography.

You're delirious, Nicholas.

Hold me, Kika.

If I have to die,

I'd rather do it in a woman's arms.

We met on this bed.

Why didn't I bring my make-up?

It's Kika.

Ramn, it's Kika.

What's going on?

I don't know.

You had another attack,

a cataleptic attack.

My toe, it hurts...

I plugged you in,

so you would react.

Are you hurt?

It's not my blood.

Don't touch me, I'm filthy.

I have to tell you something awful.

I don't want you to keel over again.

Can you resist it?

You're leaving me, right?

How can I leave you in this situation!

We'll talk about it later.

Andrea and Nicholas are dead downstairs.

Dead?

Never saw so much blood in my life.

They must have killed each other.

When will this nightmare end?

I'm not superstitious, but this ring,

things have happened since

you gave it to me.

Whose was it?

My mother's.

She wasn't lucky either, poor thing!

Who gave it to her?

My father.

You never talked about him,

you're so hermetic.

He was decapitated in a car.

For God's sake!

I'm calling an ambulance and the police.

We're in God's hands.

I'll follow in my car,

I'd rather not leave it here.

What's wrong?

Car's dead, and I'm best man

at my sister's wedding in Montilla.

Sorry, I'm going the other way.

Drop me off at a petrol station,

I'll get a cab.

Sure, I'll drop you.

Hop in.

Put your things here.

Make yourself comfortable

and let's go.

Want a tissue for your hands?

I'm a little dirty too,

I always get smudged.

I'd gladly drive you to your village,

but I have lots of things to do.

Don't worry about it.

Truth is,

distraction would do me good.

So go for it!

After the wedding,

we'll bop till we drop!

You've convinced me!

Get the map and find the way.

Don't need one,

I'll point you in the right direction.

I actually need some pointing

in the right direction...

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