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At first, we all fool ourselves

with vocation, perseverance,

and all that rubbish. F*** all that.

Look, Brutus, I'll tell you something.

In this profession success

depends upon one's tongue.

- One's tongue?

- Yes.

You have to lick many asses.

People like their asses licked.

Producers, directors,

critics, politicians,

casting directors. Well, you know.

Just look at me.

After nearly 100 films

and over 300 plays.

And a Don Juan Tenorio that

was a bombshell, a smash.

As you see, now

I'm a human statue at

the door of a stag club.

Yes, playing the

scarecrow. How about that?

Do they pay you well?

- Yes, they pay me very well.

I was a mime on the

Ramblas for some time.

I was the Fountain of Love.

Do you think there could be

anything for me at that stag club?

I'll do what I can, but

you know it's not easy.

Look.

Here.

Keep the change for some more hot meals.

Brutus,

Good luck, really.

- Thanks a lot, Pablo.

See you.

- Bye.

I'm going to pair

Malena off with Joselito,

the young actress with

the popular bullfighter.

And Dani's selling well.

Involving him with

Aurora was a blank check,

and breaking-off...

- Congratulations, Martin.

you sell garbage well.

- I sell what people want.

What the audience wants... And

the audience is always right.

If they want sh*t, they get

it. I can't decide for them.

I'm sh*t to you. You didn't

even ask about my casting.

Yes, you're right,

I'm sorry. How'd it go?

There's no part for me, Martin.

Borja said he had a short

but weighty part for you.

If you rejected it, you did wrong.

He's got forsight. His last

short film won a Murillo.

Good evening.

She's Yola Pena. I guess

you've seen her on TV.

Delighted. Of course I know her.

She was to be a steady

guest on Cronicas Murcianas

but I'm going to give

her a great opportunity.

She's going to be one of

the stars in "Dark Gospel".

Excuse me. The lead star.

Congratulations, Yola.

By the way, Borja, you have

something for me, don't you?

Yes, I said I did. It's

a short but weighty part.

Very weighty.

If it's short, I can read

the script right here.

- What's the character's name?

- Actually, it has none.

It has none?

No, but it's a character

with... body to it.

I see. Well, give me an idea, guide me.

Let's see. Get up, beautiful.

Imagine the scene, Pablo. Okay?

A Visconti style

ballroom, a Venetian dance.

It's carnival time, everyone

in those marvelous masks.

The lovebirds dance a marvelous waltz,

but the two villains who

play Frolo and Wandesa

watch through their masks, with hate,

the evolution of the innocent lovers.

Wandesa has forced a nephew

to learn the black gospel

to perform Satanic rituals.

Yes, that's great. But, when

does my character appear?

Yes, your character. Well,

in the middle of this lavish ball

you run in naked.

Naked?

- Yes, naked.

you know, stark naked.

- and that is all?

It's vital to the plot, Pablo.

The part was an insult,

embarrassing. I rejected it.

You've stabbed yourself. We

won't get another contract.

Listen Martin, that kid

with so much promise,

has lost it. He has nothing.

- what do you mean?

I killed him.

Besides, I'm sure many of the

spectators will recognize you.

- What, for my face or my ass?

- Listen, Pablito,

we all know no one hires you, okay?

I'm doing you a favour.

You could at least appreciate

it and not get cocky.

Why are you getting upset?

I told you it's a... meaty character.

Yes... But we could improve it a bit.

I guess, let's hear your

suggestion, wise guy.

I don't know.

What if I rip your heart

out and shove it up your ass?

Pablo! Have you gone

mad? What is this, a joke?

It may be a joke, but it'll

cost you both your lives.

Him and a broad that was

with him, the so-called Yola.

It was spectacular.

I think I should get a

Murillo for that clean-up job.

And you know why?

Because I'm fed up, because

you are the last straw.

I'm going to wage a war

to the death on that sh*t.

You're lying. That's not

true. I don't believe you.

Don't give me your bullshit!

Pablo, take it easy.

Well, actually, I should get an Oscar.

And I will, once I finish

off my daughter's murderers.

That will be soon. I'll

get them, I assure you.

Pablo, you're not well.

You've lost it since her

murder and your separation.

Forgive me, but you

should see a psychiatrist.

I know a very good one.

Pick the one you like the most.

Stop joking around!

A good catharsis,

and until they catch me...

"Dear Mr. Thevenet,

we acknowledge yourexperience

and wantyou to work with us.

Presentyourselfat 4 p. m.

at mausoleum 237

in Monttjuic Cemetery. We deeply

desire yourservices.

HerrFuchs. "

I know about your distressing

situation. With your talent

you shouldn't be in

such a deplorable state.

Herr Fuchs, the world is

full of talented a**holes.

And I have a job now.

I know everything

about you, Mr. Thevenet.

I know you are a living

statue at the Club...

Pandora. -Pandora.

Yes, But I make Good money.

- Small change, my friend.

If you work for me,

you'll be a star again

and forget all those scraps.

- I'm offering you cinema.

- Real cinema, Mr. Thevenet.

To act, direct.

Your proposal is interesting,

but I've signed a contract.

Don't worry, no problem.

Stay there. If we reach

an agreement, I'll fix it.

I'm on good terms with Mr. Reficul.

He is precisely who got

us into contact with you.

And why me?

I have a trivial job,

I've been forgotten

and now I play the a**hole

at the door of a whorehouse.

Expensive whores though.

Herr Fuchs, I'm dead.

I also know your work, Mr. Thevenet.

I've seen your films, and I like them.

You have an Anglo-Saxon style.

I want that look for my productions.

Evidently, there are other

reasons, powerful reasons.

Very powerful.

- But we'll talk at our next meeting.

Berenice will call you, and if

you'll excuse us, we're in a hurry.

Mr. Thevenet, don't worry about a thing.

Delighted, Herr Fuchs.

I will await your news.

Good-Bye.

- See you soon.

The outcome isn't bad.

A series, two films,

and the front cover of

magazines every week.

Sh*t, that's f***ing great!

And I'm going to

Prague. I love traveling.

And next week I sign a

contract with Bodegas Barroso

- to represent their wines.

- That's f***ing great!

Jaume, did you hear that?

F***, that sounded like spurs. Let's go.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Friend, I'm getting fed

up. Come the f*** out!

Who are you?

I'm Gilles de Rais, Bluebeard.

The greatest murderer in history.

Relax, I'll take care of this guy.

He's flying high.

Be careful, that guy's dangerous.

Holy sh*t!

But you are Pablo Thevenet.

Where the f*** have you

been all these years?

In hell, you pig!

Pushed by you and the

others into chaos and misery.

Why?

Because you didn't want to be

part of my "The Devil's Cross"?

I didn't want to? You're so cynical!

You tricked and kicked me out.

- Take it easy, Thevenet.

I know I did you wrong,

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