The Killer Page #3
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Don't do that.
- Renata?
- Yes?
Where's your cousin?
She's outside.
There's no one outside.
She must be at the barn.
I told her the cow gave birth.
Where's the meat?
I haven't bought any meat.
I've lost my appetite.
Damn.
Who dropped Egum?
How should I know?
I told you not to mess with Egum, Renata.
What did I tell you
about messing with Egum?
What did I tell you?
Don't ever mess with Egum again.
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Sh*t! I'll have to wash my hands.
That same afternoon, the Frenchman
allowed Four Eyes to proceed
and put the sketch
of the Monkey on the offering.
Damned whore.
Damned whore!
Loony?
I'm going to go get it.
I'm going to go get it.
I'm going to go get it.
Hey, Loony?
Doe?
Where are you, doe?
Hey, girl.
You're all mine today.
Where are you, huh?
Tell me, babe.
Are you there?
My little doe?
My doe.
You're all mine today.
I can smell you.
Is that you?
Huh?
I will break this door, little doe.
Open! There you are.
You're dead now, little doe.
Hail, Mary, full of Grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women.
And blessed
is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of death.
Amen.
Mrs. Luzi?
For God's sake, Mrs. Luzi?
Open the door, Mrs. Luzi.
Please, let me in.
- What happened?
- Lock the window.
There's a killer looking for me.
A killer? But why, sweetie?
I don't know.
Come on. Calm down.
Let's go inside, come.
- Don't worry, he's gone.
- They killed my brother.
They killed my brother.
Come.
Have a seat.
Calm down.
I'll get you some water
with sugar for you.
Hey, little doe.
Scar, don't get my house dirty, please.
Don't worry, Mrs. Luzi.
I'm not going to damage the body.
Because I'll use it later.
I told cousin not to mess
with the Monkeys, remember?
And you helped that b*tch.
How am I going to explain it to the chief
that the Monkey knows he's wanted?
"Four Eyes, you son of a b*tch,
how did this happen?"
"Well, Chief...
my wife, her cousin, and Loony
found the dead man's sketch
and told the Monkey."
"Damn, Four Eyes,
if that's really true,
the Frenchman will skin me."
My bunion really hurts today.
That was Corisco,
better known as the Blond Devil,
one of the few remnants
of the band of Lampio.
The most daring Cangaceiro ever.
The band arrived with no prior notice,
looking for those who
were helping the Monkeys.
Get over here.
Are you deaf? Come here, man!
Stick your tongue out.
Stick your tongue out, man.
This is to remind
everyone to bite their tongues.
And the woman who goes out
with the wrong man is a whore.
Give her to the Frenchman's son
and his friends to play with tonight.
Thank you, b*tch.
That said, let the party go on.
You can use me, but don't kill me, please.
Go on, Tio.
For God's sake.
Don't hurt me.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I like to watch.
J'aime regarder.
Did she die?
Yes.
But isn't Soraia the one Cabeleira...
...lost his virginity to?
That's the one.
And where is this Cabeleira
who disappeared from the story?
This is where he comes back all out.
Now he's seeking revenge for the whore?
No.
But Soraia's death changed his life.
You know Soraia?
What about her?
She was killed.
Killed?
She left something for me
that was really for you.
Something?
What?
Wait a minute.
I'll be right back.
Antnio,
this is your father.
Father, what?
Soraia said he's your son.
She swore.
What do you want, boy?
Talk to your father, boy.
Is he deaf?
He's a bit confused
with what happened, but he's smart.
The kid is slow.
No, he's smart.
He's been here for a day
and already knows it all.
He know who comes and goes,
it would be good to take him on a hunt.
Can you hunt, Antnio?
Take him with you.
He has no one else in life.
See ya.
Take him. He's your son.
I'm not going to keep you.
I'm not your mother.
Your mother is dead.
That's your father.
Now he's all you got.
Understand? So follow him around!
Take these stones, so you have something.
Go away, kid.
How stubborn!
Boy!
Where's the doll?
If you touch my stuff,
I'll kill you!
Do you hear me?
One, two, three, four, five, six...
seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14.
Open your hand.
That's yours.
Are you coming or not?
Why do you have that?
- What?
- That ring.
It's Seven Ears'.
Who's Seven Ears?
Seven Ears is the man who raised me.
- Is he your father?
- No.
I said he's the one who raised me.
We're not family.
If he raised you, he's your father.
Where is he?
You have to be quiet to fish.
Quiet.
What's that?
Those are men ordered to die.
How do you know that?
I just do.
Where are you going?
To do a job.
Can I go with you?
No.
Don't lie to the kid.
You'll not come.
He who was born to kill
must have an empty mind.
If you think about the boar's offspring,
you won't kill it.
Where's the law in this town?
It's taking a nap.
Are you the sketcher?
Yes, sir.
Now I want you to draw yourself.
Do it!
Damn.
I know this guy.
Don't...
Hey, you!
He screamed a lot, Mommy.
No.
What the hell is this?
I'm here to kill you.
So I can die in peace.
Who are you?
I am just another man you have disgraced.
Please,
have a seat.
Do you think this is a joke, Frenchman?
I had a wife and a son,
and you killed them both.
Mutey, don't you move.
You'll tell this story later.
I like justice, I really do.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
There were three of us,
two are dead, now there's one.
There are three of you
and two are going to die.
The boy can go.
Thank you.
He thanked the disgrace of his family,
he didn't deserve to live.
You, stand up.
Go hug the deceased.
But close his eyes.
What I am going to do to your husband,
not even the dead can handle watching.
I'm here...
...to make you suffer
That's good.
Now let me see your shotgun.
Every time the Frenchman got upset
with one of his killers
who didn't manage to finish the job,
he would call for Gringo,
the killer of killers.
After a few days, the message arrived.
Cabeleira had to leave, or he would become
another Paraba stone for M. Blanchard.
The Frenchman grew angry
for losing his son,
and ordered Gringo to kill Cabeleira.
I... must go.
I can't stay no more.
So where do we go?
You can't go with me.
- But I want to stay with you.
- No.
That's it.
Smile.
I don't understand.
I said, "Smile."
Come here.
Yeah.
You talk too much.
I want a ticket
to the furthest place possible.
How many?
Just one.
Sit down.
I said sit down, boy.
You're going to stay here.
When the train gets here, you hop on it.
Understood?
Understood?
OK.
That's your father. Now he's all you got.
Understand? So follow him around.
Yes?
Who?
The son of Cabeleira?
Where's the boy?
In the bathroom.
WOMEN'S RESTROOM
Today you die, you son of a b*tch.
Cabeleira saw Gringo wearing
Seven Ear's necklace and got upset.
He loaded his gun with hollow bullets
and went to set things straight
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