The Outrage Page #3

- What does?

You see, the wife,

she told a different story, sort of.

Different?

- But Carrasco confessed, didn't he?

- Yes.

But to me, she didn't look at all

like he described her.

Not a bit worldly or sensual.

At the trial, her face looked so delicate,

so helpless.

Like a bird with a broken wing

you hold in your hand.

You were coming from Tennessee,

is that right?

Tennessee.

Yes.

We were looking for some likely place

where we could make a new start.

The war had taken everything.

The house...

...the plantation, future.

Our whole way of life was over.

It was hard for men like my husband.

He was a Wakefield, you know.

One of the oldest

and proudest families in...

Doesn't matter now, does it?

Nothing matters now.

Nothing but the truth.

The truth?

The truth is that he was a Wakefield.

And I was the daughter

of their seamstress.

So I watched him.

And I loved him from a safe distance.

Never allowing that it was anything

but the wildest romantic foolishness.

It seemed he never even looked at me.

Except in the way you look at a window

and see past it.

And then...

...one day...

...I remember...

...my heart beat so loud

I was afraid he could hear it.

He reached out his hand.

And it touched my cheek.

I tried to be the wife he wanted.

I learned to walk, to talk...

...to hold my teacup,

as he expected of me.

I lay by his side at night,

afraid to sleep...

...afraid I might wake up...

...find it was all a dream.

A dream.

Would you like to stop for a while?

No.

No, Your Honor, I'm sorry.

I'll try to tell you everything,

the way it all happened.

When the bandit finished with me...

Hey, you.

Do you know who this is?

Carrasco.

You don't got no ear?

Then say "Carrasco."

Where you come from,

you don't know about Carrasco?

Well, you know about him now.

You can tell about it

when you're a dried-up old b*tch.

That once upon a time,

you was raped by El Grande Carrasco...

...the son of a peon,

who lost this whole damn territory.

Don't look so like sick fish.

This may be the only thing

in your whole life that you will remember.

Aztec treasure.

Perdneme, seor,

but maybe you like to buy this old...

How you call it? Very fancy.

How about this red stone,

this green stone?

You think this dumb greaser...

...never see these ruby

or these emeralds, huh?

Your big fat tongue, it hang out.

- Oh, you gringo cabrn.

- No.

Why not? I do you big favor to kill him.

You animal.

S, animal.

It's too bad you're not.

He's gone.

He's gone and we're still alive.

Oh, forgive me.

Oh, forgive me. Forgive me.

It's only because I thought

he'd surely have to kill us both.

Oh, my darling.

Oh, my darling.

I...

I want you to know, he couldn't hurt me.

He couldn't touch all we've been

to each other, our whole life together.

I'll wipe it out of my mind.

We'll both forget about this nightmare,

and we'll go on the way we always...

Why are you looking at me like that?

Your eyes.

No.

No.

You can't mean it. You...

Here.

Take it and kill me

if that's the way you feel.

Kill me.

Only, don't look at me with such contempt.

I never knew any man but you.

I never wanted any.

I didn't ask for this to happen to me.

Well, what did you want me to do?

Go away and never see you again?

Where would I go without you?

Answer me.

Am I so soiled now, so damaged,

you can't throw me a word?

Like a bone to your dog?

Answer me.

I'm not the daughter

of your hired help anymore.

I'm your wife. Do you hear?

Your wife.

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me!

I must have fainted.

When I recovered my senses,

he was dead.

The dagger in his breast.

I suddenly realized...

...I must've killed him.

I ran into the woods.

Deeper.

Deeper.

And deeper.

Can it be my husband was right?

Am I so shameful, so foul...

...that even the river would spit me out?

Am I?

Am I?

Am I? Am I?

Her face, I can't forget it.

All men are suckers for tears.

Except for me, I'm waterproof.

Why?

Why should she confess

to a crime she didn't commit?

Well, you figure out why women

do things and you'll win first prize.

- To get away with murder, usually.

- What do you mean?

Look how you fellows

are bleeding for her.

"She's like a bird with a broken wing."

You can't forget her face.

Oh, so pure and holy, like a Madonna.

Who the hell is gonna hang a Madonna?

Don't listen to him.

He's just trying to needle you.

There's some truth in what he says.

How can we believe the wife's testimony

after hearing the husband's?

The husband's?

But you said he croaked.

What did they do,

subpoena him from the other world?

An old Injun medicine man

came across the body.

Before die, man talk to me.

He say, "Bandit...

...bandit, evil man.

Attack my wife.

Then later..."

He sat near her...

...on the dry leaves.

He talked to her...

...with a serpent's tongue.

"He talk with tongue of snake."

Like a man who knows about women.

It's big diferencia, eh?

One is big diferencia

to make love on the ground, under the sky.

But what the hell

you know about thing like that?

Locked up

in this wooden box in the city...

...living with the...

...Southern gentleman.

In my veins

run the blood of conquistadores.

What run in him? Milk.

I know how that kind make love.

Under the covers,

in the soft bed with the clothes on.

Don't look, don't touch, don't dirty

the mouth too much with lovemaking.

But you are not like woman like that.

I know it when that breeze blow...

...and I see your face,

those hungry eyes and mouth.

And I say...

...that woman must have man like me.

What do you think?

My wife.

My loving...

...sweet and gentle wife.

Never in all our married life...

...did I see her face like that.

"Wife, gentle wife...

...never see like that."

Take me away with you.

Take me.

As long as he lives,

I'll always be his wife.

He'll always own me and haunt me.

- Kill him.

- What?

Don't you see you've gotta kill him?

Kill him.

"Kill him. Kill him."

No, no, you don't understand.

What do you want me to do with her?

Shoot her?

Cut her up like bug?

Tell me. What do you say I do it.

Hey.

Let her go. She as good as lost.

Maybe mountain cat finish her up.

I'm sorry about this whole thing.

I think we both better off without her.

It was quiet for a long time.

Then I heard someone sobbing.

Someone sobbing.

Who could it be?

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Somehow, I didn't feel the pain.

Just a cold feeling

creeping along my fingers...

...and a kind of mist

gathering around me.

Everything was quiet.

So quiet.

Not even a bird note, not a leaf moving.

Only a ray of light

coming through a tree somewhere.

I lay there in the stillness,

I don't know how long.

The light grew dimmer, gray.

Then something,

someone hovering around me.

Who?

I tried to see,

but the darkness was too heavy.

A hand, someone's hand.

You finished, old fellow?

He lied, he lied.

The whole story was a lie.

The husband didn't kill himself.

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