Sex express coffee Page #4

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- No problem.

Excuse me, officer?

One question.

What'll happen

to Sex Express Coffee?

Is anyone operating it?

Unfortunately, Mr. Rey

didn't have relatives...

...nor friends,

or any kind of heir.

All his assets will be

public property...

...until they are auctioned.

As for the web site...

...I don't know. No one

can give it maintenance.

We may be interested

in purchasing it if possible.

Why don't you call me

next week...

...and I'll tell you where

you can apply for it?

Unfortunately,

you'll have to be patient.

You know how these things go

in our beloved bureaucracy.

- Well, thank you.

- No, thank you.

Stop it.

I don't feel well.

Just a few more photos, Rey!

I feel really bad.

Like Saint Sebastian.

Hold on.

You're so delicate...

...for one who says

he enjoys suffering.

You're disappointing me, Rey.

He graduated from college...

...with a masters in IT.

He's a successful

web page designer...

...and owner

of Sex Express Coffee.

You've visited several times,

haven't you?

He had two bank accounts.

One was very big.

Yeah, just look at his house.

It's clear he had money.

No next of kin or friends...

...only colleagues.

- Coffee?

- Yes, please.

Of all the prints found

at the house...

...only two were identified.

Ray's and the maid's,

the one who called us.

I spoke to the coroner.

He did have AIDS.

He was undergoing treatment

but lately...

...it seems to have

gotten out of control.

Oh, God.

He tried to infect the boys

and look at the irony now.

He infected himself

several times.

So, what do you think?

A simple crime of passion?

Sex, death and revenge.

What a nice combo.

The flash hurt your eyes.

What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, I must confess...

...I thought you'd be

distrustful.

I slipped something

in your drink.

It's so common in Europe.

I'm really glad, actually...

...that you're back with me.

I need you wide awake.

You f***ing bastard!

You like to teach

about suffering, huh?

Well, today you'll learn

a lot more about it!

What the f***

do you want?!

You want to rob me?

Take it all,

I don't care!

Take the T.V.,

the laptop...

...there's a lot of money

in my closet, take it!

You truly are desperate.

Tell me something.

Do you really think

that's what I want?

No, Rey.

That's not what I want.

I want you dead,

you bastard!

Let me go.

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go, okay?!

Help! Help!

Don't get upset, Rey.

Honestly, I'd save

my energy...

...because I doubt anyone

will hear you here.

You made sure you were

isolated in this mansion.

Was it so your victims' cries

went unheard?

You remember, don't you?

Don't you?

I don't know what you mean.

You don't know what I mean.

What a bad memory.

You don't remember them.

Of course not,

why would you?

How strange.

How many were they?

Fifty? A hundred?

A hundred and fifty?

Two hundred?

How many were they?

How many?!

You're crazy!

I don't know

what you're talking about!

Let me go!

Yeah, I can see

that you forget faces.

Like mine.

It's been two years but

I don't think I've changed.

Have I?

After what you did to me.

No, no.

It's one thing to abuse...

...but the infection?

Knowingly?

You went too far.

I didn't deserve it, Rey.

I was only 22 years old.

- Hello, I'm...

- I know.

Come in.

- So you can relax.

- What is it?

A martini.

I've never had one.

-It's really strong.

- You'll get used to it.

I see you liked

my collection.

Who is it?

St. Sebastian, St. Sebastian.

It was so easy to have me

naked at your feet, huh?

The story of a saint,

and martinis.

He suffered his martyrdom

very little.

They shot him with arrows

thinking he was dead...

...but look at him.

Does he look in pain?

No.

Do you understand

what I'm talking about?

You have no idea.

I'll show you.

Lesson 1, pain is

the best teaching...

...and I know you like it!

You learned something today.

I hope you don't forget.

SS?

SS?

Saint Sebastian.

Medina!

Medina!

Look what I found.

All this photos

were taken here.

Most of them, at least.

It's the living room.

And they're

in chronological order.

Look.

This photo was taken

five days ago.

October 10th.

Let's copy these files

and find these boys.

- I can do it alone.

- All right.

Come on, baby...

...don't complain.

We had a good time,

didn't we?

Too bad we'll never

see each other again.

Scram.

- Let me go, stupid!

- Shut the f*** up!

You want to be

like St. Sebastian, right?

How about like this?!

What kind of lesson

were you trying to teach me?

Tell me, imbecile!

The plague?!

Proving St. Sebastian

can't fight this plague?

You're a low-life.

Ready.

I, Rey.

I will live infected,

for the rest of my life.

And let me tell you,

it's not just me.

I know what you did

all these years.

A lot of us were scarred...

"by you!

Maybe you'll be happy

to see them.

Well, I couldn't find

many of them...

...in fact, one already died.

But others did want

to see you again!

I'll be right back.

I hope you do

remember them, Rey.

It wasn't easy to put

this party together.

It took a lot of preparation,

but, you know?

I think it'll be worth...

...the effort and the wait.

October 11th, 2009.

I'm very satisfied

with tonight's visit.

You think there's nothing

more to learn...

...but Si. Sebastian

inspired me so much today.

I saw levels of pain

on this angel face...

...that hadn't satisfied me

so much for a long time.

This reminder of you

inside of me, Arturo...

...is being inserted

into little angels...

...who visit me

more often now.

Life will regret

having done this to me.

We'll obviously skip

everyone's story.

In the end, you weren't

as original as each of us...

...believed at one time.

You repeated so much...

...the same story

of saints and suffering.

The same dances,

the same photos...

...the same angel faces!

You're a piece of work, Rey,

but tell me one thing.

How many times

did you play the same act?

More than a thousand,

surely.

Tell me something else.

Do you really think...

...we learned

to enjoy suffering?

That was your idea, right?

Your mission?

Or am I mistaken?

Oh, Rey.

I don't think

we learned that lesson.

No one knows how to enjoy

their own suffering.

Not even St. Sebastian!

Those angel faces...

...are only the artist's

imagination.

But you know how

to enjoy suffering...

...others suffering.

Now that I think it,

we did learn something.

Of course we learned

something from you.

We learned how to hate!

Here you have him, boys.

He doesn't look so attractive

as before, does he?

We're only eight here.

I couldn't find more.

It's crazy, huh?

Out of so many

you put through this...

...not one of us dared

do anything.

Not one of us...

...dared raise his voice to Rey.

As I said,

one already died.

He died with the virus.

That virus you put in us...

...and that poisoned us.

Stop! What the f***

are we doing here?!

This isn't fun anymore!

Don't punish yourself.

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