The dead mother Page #2
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living with that old woman.
-She isn't bad to her.
-She should inform us.
We'll see tomorrow.
Well...
Why are you in here?
l don't know, l fell asleep.
F*** me, you don't say.
And your insomnia?
l don't know.
l don't trust the girl.
l was checking.
She's not a child.
And don't swear.
You don't trust her?
No, l don't trust her.
Then tie her up.
l should what?
That's enough.
What?
Aren't you going up?
Don't you like the chain?
Should l get something else?
A rope?
l said that's enough.
Will you trust her tonight?
Aren't you making a bit of a fuss?
She may not have a brain
but she's got legs.
That's all she needs to get away.
Before, you didn't trust anybody,
not her,
or me.
She can't reach this.
-How should l know?
You see?
She never laughs.
What?
lt isn't normal.
lt isn't normal
that she's still here.
You're not listening.
When are we going to do it?
We'll do it when we know how.
Soon.
-So long.
-See you tomorrow.
Excuse me.
Do you work here?
Who is the director of the asylum?
-Well, actually it's a clinic.
-l know what it is.
-The director is a woman.
-lt's about a relative of mine.
l think we'll have
to bring him here.
l understand.
The director has left.
You could ring tomorrow.
Yeah, but l think l'll drop by.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Why don't you laugh?
l used to be funny.
Not anymore.
Hello, l'm a clown,
and you're a bad girl
because you won't laugh.
And that's why...
That's why l'm going to do
a dance for you now!
Here we go.
Wave your hands in front,
then wave them behind.
Like that?
She won't laugh.
Well, we'll have to try
something else then!
Now...
l'm going to be Superman!
Now l'm a flea man
and l'm going to ''prerform'' for you.
On the count of three,
l'll hop up here! That's one!
And now l'll go higher
at the count of two.
And now on the count of three,
that's it!
Truly ''emazing''!
And now l'm going
to jump head first
to make this girl laugh.
To make this girl laugh.
On the count of one...
On the count of two, and of...
Three!
We won't make any more noise
She won't laugh.
No matter!
Because now...
l'm going to find...
your tickles!
Here's the horn!
You smell so nice.
You smell of chocolate.
-Miss Armentia? A call for you.
-No, this isn't...
Susana.
-Victoria de Lecea Clinic?
-That's right.
-Let me speak to the director.
-She's busy just now...
lt'll just be a minute.
Tell her it's about
the painter's daughter.
Hello?
Yes, just a moment.
She's coming now.
Good morning. Who is this?
Who is that?
l am Osane Lopez de Armentia,
director of this...
Listen. We have the daughter
of the dead painter.
We want money.
-Did you hear?
-Perfectly, Miss...
What was your name?
Very funny. Look, Osana...
Osane, please.
Listen to me.
We'll ring tomorrow at 7.00.
ln the meantime,
think where to get the money.
What money?
We want 20 million.
Did you hear?
What about Leire?
How is she?
Fine.
Hi.
Who are you talking to?
What did you say?
Say hello for me.
Look, this isn't a joke.
You'll know for sure
by tomorrow.
l needn't warn you
not to tell anyone else.
Where do you expect me
to find the money?
You run that asylum, right?
You'll manage it.
-Did you want me?
-No, well, yes.
Just to say l might call
Mrs. Millas' house today.
-Keep me informed.
-Yes, l will, don't worry.
Mrs. Millas!
-You really like Truffaut?
-l like anything with guns.
Come on, let's go.
Leire?
My God!
The bastards!
Let's get out of here.
God knows where we'll go.
We could have gone in.
You saw the photos.
lt was a love story!
Sh*t!
Hang on, Leire.
l really got to pee...
Look.
Look at what l have.
You'll like this.
Like that?
That's it.
Now, l'll put it away.
Bastard!
Bastard!
Sh*t, when did he go?
Maite?
What?
Get my cigarettes.
All right.
Hello, little Red Riding Hood.
Are you lost?
Or are you here to steal?
Well, now.
l hate cigarettes.
They're disgusting.
What did you say?
Who's that?
How did she get here?
Come on, you're not with the cops.
How did you get here?
How?
l followed her.
How strange.
Here.
You brought her.
You get rid of her.
Cheer up.
-You shouldn't have come.
-l told nobody.
l swear it.
l believe you.
Leire...
l only went there once.
l don't know how she knew,
it's witchcraft.
Apologize once more...
and l'll kill you.
We must leave.
She might have friends.
She said no.
''She said no. She said no''.
She didn't say she was doing
a TV report on two kidnappers!
Cut it out!
When will you do it?
lt's been a week.
Are you going to do it?
Am l going to do it?
You wanted the money!
l'll do it.
When we have the f***ing money!
Forget about the money.
Kill her now, please.
Forget about the money?
No, l won't.
Where are you going?
-To the old cathedral.
-St. Prudence's? Why?
We can't stay here.
l'll see if it's still empty.
And don't open the door!
What are you doing?
Hold me.
What have you done?
Please...
What were you doing?
Come on.
The choir stall.
Now what?
Right to the end.
We've got a house.
Yeah... it's great.
Bastard...
''Mysterious death of the owner
of La Concha de Plata''.
Nothing else?
Yes.
They report the disappearance
of the nurse and the girl.
They went
to the old woman's house.
But they don't understand
how she died.
All they know
is that something has happened.
Do you believe that?
Carlos!
You're crazy! Carlos!
A**hole!
Do you believe it?
What are we going to do?
Nothing!
The girl didn't tell them anything.
So she wasn't lying.
lf we get rid of the body,
we can go back home.
We'll wait a bit longer.
And the girl?
When will you do it?
There are too many bodies now
to ask for the money.
Just forget about it.
l already had.
l can add up too.
And what about the girl?
Are you going to keep acting stupid?
Never say anything like that again.
Understand?
Never!
-l'm going to kill her.
-No, you won't.
l'm going to kill her, right?
Tell me!
When? l don't know.
Tomorrow.
No... now.
That's it, l'll kill her now.
Or better still...
Next year.
That's it.
Now...
Now l'll kill you.
That's enough, please.
What?
What?
What's enough?
What am l going to do?
l don't know.
''l don't know''.
Now, here's a question.
-What do l do with the girl?
-l don't know.
Kill her.
Very good, that's right.
How?
l don't know.
-Under a train.
-Good idea.
l'm going to push her
under a train.
When will l do it?
On your own.
No help.
l don't know.
Never.
When?
When you want to.
Very good.
l'm going to push her
under a train.
When l want to!
When l want to!
Me! Me!
All right.
No more questions.
-Better?
-Yes.
l'm glad.
l feel better too.
We're all happy.
Bastard!
Son of a b*tch! l knew it.
l knew it all the time.
l was sure of it.
Stop shouting.
You like her because
she's a child, don't you?
You're a f***ing pig,
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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