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but that was many years ago.

Besides, if we talk, maybe

I can give you a hand.

You and that hypocrite Puertolas

stole my project.

The beginning of my disaster.

I know you had trouble, but

you know how this circle is.

I'm sorry about your daughter's death.

A true misfortune! Poor girl.

Ferrero, you're not

going back to Hollywood.

But...

someone else will

write your next column.

The Gilles de Rais suit is stained.

I went over them and

they were impeccable.

In a carpark in the early hours

film-makerJaime Ferrero

and companion Vanesa Bernal

were murdered.

You like those shows, Mr. Thevenet?

No. They've turned this

country into a sewer.

Could you offer me a drink? -Please.

There's something I want you to know.

Before working between the

sheets, I had other professions.

I knew you were full of surprises.

In Mexico I organized exhibits

for the Semefo artist group.

- You know what I mean?

- That is macabre, isn't it?

It's a different way to conceive art.

We exposed bloodstained sheets

and barrels of human fat.

By the way,

your Gilles suit could be exhibited.

It is stained. Blood

red stains, Mr. Thevenet.

Now, information on the actress

Nuria del Pino...

You know, Brutus,

it would be great if someone

got rid of that riffraff.

Someone already is.

Didn't you read about the crimes

being committed against the famous?

Yes, a bit, but don't call them crimes.

Call it reconstructive surgery.

Sh*t, Pablo,

you sound as if you enjoy their deaths.

Don't you?

Look at yourself, you look a wretch.

In misery. You're like a ghost in

poverty, starving. And you know why?

They are to blame!

I'm telling you.

What are you insinuating?

You know I love only you.

What do you mean, my love?

You left us once. I

won't be able to help it!

Why don't you stay here forever?

I swear there's no other woman.

Cut. Go on to the scene

of Jack the Ripper.

Good, a Havana cigar?

- Yeah.

Not everyone smokes these.

Listen, I think that take was excellent.

Don't you?

- Yeah, excellent.

It's the first time she was

able to say all her lines.

Well, Buenaventura, it's her first film.

They're happy with her in the series.

In the series where she

chokes on a cookie and dies?

Come on, Enrique!

I take all this because

you're the producer,

and I owe you favors.

But Nuria cannot be a leading

lady. She's f***ing terrible!

Be patient and work on her,

her talent is deep inside.

- Get it out of her!

- You should get her out.

The stuntman Is ready. -Okay.

Places, everyone. We're going to shoot!

Action!

You're not an actress,

you're an impostor.

Next time I'll slash your gut

and eat your kidneys, b*tch!

What dramatic register. What

an actress. It's incredible.

She's fainted! The actress has fainted.

A glass of water, please!

Darling, my love,

don't get so into it,

it's just a screen test.

He's right, you were great,

but you must hold back.

Save that anger, that

dedication for the shoot.

It looks like she's

seen the real ripper.

Someone attacked the stuntman!

Fuchs and Berenice are on the set.

- On the set?

We Can go through the mausoleum.

- Mausoleum?

How funny. A mixture of

Universal and Edgar Alan Poe.

Yes.

The land belongs to Herr Fuchs.

He could have speculated,

torn the cemetery down and

constructed private homes,

but he's very respectful of the dead,

and I assure you that

to construct the set

not a single bone has been moved.

I could write a great

script with your life.

An idea. Do you know

who Aleister Crowley was?

Of course, he was a petty Satanist,

coprophiliac, drug addict.

He ate sh*t and

swallowed menstrual blood.

- He was on amphetamines.

- I believe I'm not going to like your story.

How about this one?

Your daughter is raped,

killed, your wife leaves you,

your father dies, your friends

fail you and doors close.

You beg for work but find only contempt

and the darkest oblivion.

you like that?

- I was stepped on.

I was blacklisted,

left out on the street,

on the verge of suicide.

Tie by Hermes, shirt

and suit by Valentino.

Custom made Italian shoes,

and today's cologne is...

Yaipur. -Yaipur.

Does that say anything to you?

It says clothes do make the

man, at least in my case.

I dress as per my status,

but you're a poor devil.

But we'll change that, because

you're going to work with me.

Yes, I am going to produce

snuff films, but with quality.

And for that I need a talented

director, behind the camera.

A great delicacy is required.

Berenice will show you the candidates

we've selected in Third World countries.

In my productions, their disappearance

will give happiness to

a heap of degenerates.

Look at it this way.

They have disposable, miserable lives

that aren't worth living.

Besides, I can't lie to you.

It's a very lucrative industry.

Don't say anything. It's a case of

sincerity.

We can start casting.

I have many scripts

for you to choose from.

You see, I think it's very harsh

- to kill innocent people.

- You're a professional.

Yes, that is true.

I am a professional.

The Lizard? -Yes. Want a drink?

This place stinks and I

haven't much time. To the point.

I have a Star MM 763. Nine shots.

A Beretta, 9 mm., and a

very easy to use Browning.

- The revolver is a Rubi 38.

- Advise me, I'm not James Bond.

The Beretta is reliable. I recommend it.

I'll take it. How much?

Okay.

- Give me your case.

Rufino has told me you quit films.

I saw some of yours on TV.

They were f***in' great.

- Hello?

- Pablo, where the f*** are you?

- I've got something going on.

- What's it about?

I'll tell you sometime soon.

Rememberyou've got a

contract with Mr. Reficul.

Don't worry. I'll comply,

even if it is sh*t.

- Next Saturday, Rasputin.

- I'll keep it in mind.

- Tick-Tock, I'd like to

see you. -See you soon.

Mr. Kurinov, good evening and welcome.

Good evening, Dora,

and forgive my delay.

I had something important

to do in Samarcanda.

I'm the last to arrive, aren't I?

That doesn't matter. We

wouldn't start without you.

Come with me.

Dora, my beautiful friend. Ivan?

Is that him?

He's perfect. I'm very impressed.

He is better than last year's. He is...

sublime. -Please.

You're magnificent, a

brilliant characterization.

This Ivan is terrible.

Listen,

can I see you later?

I'd like to, but I can't.

When you've finished,

Reficul is waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Pablo.

Bye, Tick-Tock.

Yes, Warhol is always a good investment.

I made a deal with Bischofberger

and sent the paintings to Geneva.

Remind Williams I'm just interested in

Maillol, only "Harmonie" and "La riviere".

Thanks, keep me

up-to-date. Bye.

Excuse me.

Yes, Tomehed, that's

an interesting price.

Close the deal and tell

Mohamed he'll get it in a month.

No, tell Florescu no

scrapping for the moment.

Thanks. Bye.

Tell me Mr. Thevenet, who is this

producer who will give you work?

He's of German origin,

he name is Ambrose Fuchs.

- I think you've already met.

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