Matador Page #4

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- Is that all?

There are always people

I'd like to be guilty...

and others to be innocent.

As far as Angel's concerned...

I'd like him to be innocent.

See? You're not as mean

as you seem.

Shall we sleep together toninght?

- I said no.

You don't have to screw me,

just sleep with me.

Please...

He's deaf in one ear.

That's why he has vertigo.

Will he need an operation?

- There's no need.

He hears perfectly with the other.

Don't bother him today.

He'll feel dizzy and needs rest.

Do you think his vertigo could

make him hypersensitive and...

People don't go around murdering

just because they're deaf.

Mental illness is often caused

by physical stress.

I know you're dizzy

but we must speak about the pin.

Was it really yours?

What did you want

such a pretty pin for?

To kill.

Where did you buy it?

What does it matter?

- To help you, Angel, I must know.

Why can't you all leave me alone?

I'd like to be in the desert...

alone...

with no one around.

I can't sleep.

I hear the knives slipping

in and out...

pins being plunged into napes...

shots echoing in my head.

I can't stand it any more.

If you knew how many murders

take place!

I don't care about other murders,

only yours.

Angel is too tired to be questioned.

It won't wait.

He knows more than he says.

He's with his attorney.

Didn't you tell me he was tired?

Ana looked very pretty.

I had been fighting her all afternoon.

I was very excited.

After class she waited for me

on the platform...

stark naked...

and I strangled her...

while I took her.

And Ester Dominguez?

I killed her in the bath.

Where are the bodies?

- I buried them in the garden.

Alone?

Let's go and find them.

You were eavesdropping.

I'll deny everything.

I've got a witness.

I didn't hear anything.

C*nts! You think you're helping him

but it's ridiculous sentimentalism.

I'd rather be ridiculous

and have feelings.

You have plenty.

Of what?

- Feelings.

Let's show the inspector those bodies.

It will make him feel better.

He can't go out, he has vertigo

and needs an injection.

Give it to him!

What are you waiting for?

In you go, scum!

Where did you bury them?

Come on, hurry up!

Look, a russula.

A russula.

- Yes a basidiomycete.

Help him to dig.

Leave the shovels, use pickaxes.

Get back, young man.

Get the bags.

What now? - I don't know.

This is becoming a challenge for me.

Maestro...

I want to tell you I'm sorry about Eva.

Compared to this, it's nothing.

You're not angry?

Trust me.

Am I in danger?

- Yes, but you can trust me.

Take Angel to the car.

Why must you trust him?

- He still sees me as his maestro.

Aren't you?

- I certainly didn't teach him to dig.

He buries two bodies here

and you don't know?

I go out sometimes.

Your argument is thin.

- So is yours.

Get some better proof.

- I will.

Then I'll get better excuses.

We'll see.

I suspected it but I wasn't sure.

I want to show you something.

No one's been to my hiding place.

It's wonderful.

I have a surprise for you.

Close your eyes.

Careful, there's a step.

I can't see a thing.

Wait...

Open your eyes now.

My costume!

How did you get it?

Your assistant sold it to me.

And these?

The cleaning lady stole them

and sold them to me.

I must have been blind

not to see you.

When did you start this collection?

When I first saw you kill.

I looked for you

in all the men I've loved.

I tried to imitate you

when I killed them.

Why didn't you look for me?

Till today I'd no idea

you were still a matador.

At first I tried to avoid it

but I couldn't.

To stop killing was to stop living.

Men think killing is a crime.

Women don't see it like that.

Every murderer has

a feminine side.

And every murderess

a masculine side.

I've waited so long for this moment.

I wonder if I'm dreaming.

Ever since I met you

I've been unable to sleep.

I can't sleep either.

And if you don't sleep you don't live.

I don't think I'll sleep

while you're alive...

that I'll live while you're alive.

Your son cannot be guilty...

of one of the crimes he admits to.

He was in his bullfighting class and

arrived home fifteen minutes later.

Yes, but what about the others?

You have evidence.

The more they point to him,

the less I believe he's guilty.

A strange way to investigate.

I want you to speak to him.

He won't lie to you.

He's lied to me for the past

twenty-two years.

Like his father did,

may he rest in peace.

Speak to his psychiatrist then.

I'll go with you.

I want to hear the conversation.

Christ! He's fainted again.

Slap him hard, see if he comes to.

What happened?

- He fainted.

Quick, get some coramine.

He's very weak, he hardly eats.

- No, it's the wounded man.

He can't stand the sight of blood.

What? He can't stand blood?

- No, he isn't like me.

He's a coward, just like his father.

He could never wear a cilice.

One drop of blood

was enough to make him faint.

Do you realize what you're saying?

Of course. I'm his mother.

Do you think your son's a murderer?

- I wouldn't be surprised.

How, if he can't stand

the sight of blood?

I don't know.

The devil's ways are unfathomable.

Poor Angel!

Here's the coramine.

- He doesn't need it.

The moon will hide

the sun...

"The police believe Angel Gimnez

is innocent."

...stars will shine,

birds will fly to their nests...

and wild animals will run to their

burrows, believing night has fallen...

not suspecting that the sun

will soon shine...

thus confusing these poor beasts

enslaved by their instinct.

Such a strange world!

Hundreds of scientists,

members of religious sects...

Shall we go to the movies?

Aren't you getting up?

- No.

Because of the eclipse?

- What eclipse?

They just spoke about it

on television.

You're a bit out of touch, Eva.

If it's Diego's fault, just forget him.

If you wanted, you could find

a better match.

A lawyer, a dentist, or a minister

would be easier to deal with.

Get one yourself.

Don't make the mistake I made.

At your age,

I was pretty and thin too.

But Mum, I love him.

I loved your father

and what good did it do?

Diego, I was thinking of you.

Please come and collect your things.

I gave them to Mariano.

I want to speak to you.

- It's useless.

I'm having a very bad time, Diego.

- It would be worse...

It's best like this.

But...

- Sorry.

You should assert yourself more.

Leave me alone!

Eva, darling, you've been

in there an hour.

Open the door, I'm getting worried.

I've made you some nice gazpacho.

You're so pale! Do you feel sick?

- No, it's the make-up.

Well, you look like a corpse.

- Good. Help me slip this on.

Where are you going?

- For a walk.

Like this? No wonder

they try to rape you.

You're going to see him?

- None of your business.

What can a poor mother do?

Diego's not at home

but he left a bag for you.

I came to pick it up.

I was just leaving... the eclipse...

I want to be there early.

No, you wait here.

Let me come in.

It's cold and I have to speak to him.

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