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THE COMING OF SIN

Come on, Triana.

- Hello, Sally.
- Hello, Lorna.

Oh, it's so good to see you again.

- Hi, Malcolm.
- Hi, Lorna.

This is Triana.
Say hello to Ms Lorna Western.

Lorna and I have been friends for years.

Hello.

We do have things to talk about
before I leave.

We sit in here.
Come on in, Triana.

Triana is a little bit shy,
I think I told you she's a Gypsy.

Why don't you ask Malcolm come in
and have a drink?

- Don't worry. We're in a hurry.
- That doesn't mean you can't have one.

Now tell me why you're
so mysterious on the phone.

Come on, Sally. Out with it.

There's no mystery, darling.

Triana plays the guitar,
she's a quiet gifted musician.

It's so quiet and peaceful here.

Mm-hmm.
That's why I built this house.

But don't you ever feel lonely?

I've learnt to enjoy my own company.

I'd be afraid to live out
here on my own.

- What you should be afraid of?
- The things they said on the news.

I wouldn't know about that.
I never listen to the news.

Lorna, dear...

Malcolm is being sent to England.
We'll be away for a month or two.

Which means we have
to do something about Triana,

Malcolm believes taking her with us
would be too much of a problem.

He'd have a lot of business to take care of
and we'd be moving around all the time.

Yes, I'm sure.

The point I'm trying to make is,
would you be kind enough

to take care, I mean,
until we get back, darling?

She doesn't have any family
so she grew up in an orphanage.

Naturally I'll continue
to pay her salary.

Oh, don't be silly. Will she enjoy staying
here, it's the important thing.

I think she's bound to.

Also, she's a marvellous cook,

and she'll be able to help
around the house.

What more I could want.
It won't be a problem, Sally.

I really appreciate it.

I'll miss her. She's like
one of the family. Thank you.

I'm glad to be able to help out.

I almost forgot to tell you.
Triana has a recurring nightmare.

You should know about it
so don't take it too seriously.

Try and behave. I don't want my friend Lorna
having problems because of you.

Don't worry.

This recurring nightmare of hers...

Poor child had neurotic episodes...

Good bye, dear.

You'll like her.

Bye.

Many thanks again.

Don't mention it.

Have a nice time in England.
I hope you do a lot of business.

Thanks, Lorna.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Well, I hope you won't be bored here.
Let's go upstairs and see your room.

If you want to go to bed,
there's no need to wait for me.

- I'm not tired yet.
- Okay.

- Do you like it?
- Yes, very much.

It could be you.

- Can you read?
- No.

It's called Oranges and Lemons.

I don't see any lemons.
Where are they?

- Should I teach you how to read?
- What for?

A lot of reasons.
You could better yourself.

It's the basis of education.
You could read this on your own.

A whole new world would
open up for you.

- How old are you?
- Eighteen in February.

What do you enjoy doing the most?

Dancing.

- Are you a very good guitarist?
- No, I'm not.

No, I don't wnat to.

But don't you play?
Why did Sally say you play guitar?

- I don't know.
- Won't you try?

What's this nightmare Sally
said you'd been having?

Tell me about it.
I've always been fascinated by dreams.

- I'm firghtened by dreams.
- So I understand.

I've never had a nightmare.

Sometimes I don't want to wake up
because I'm having a beautiful dream.

No, I was not.

- Tell me about it. - A guy on a horse
is chasing me. It's the same every night.

Is that so bad?

Why is that frightened you,
I think as a Gypsy

you'd be accustomed to see
men on horses.

If you don't mind,
I don't wanna talk about it.

My friend Sally is obviously
very fond of you.

I hope we'll become good friends.

Fine. I'm gonna have a bath
and go to bed.

You can have one too,
if you like.

I'm strict about only one thing in
my house, that is that you keep

your room clean and you bathe
regularly. You understand?

Don't forget to turn off the light
when you go up to bed.

What time did you use to wake up
at the Grainger's?

8:00.

That suits me.
Breakfast today at 08:30.

- Good night.
- Good night.

What do you doing?
Give me that gun!

I'll shoot him one day.
I'll shoot him one day, believe me.

- I swear I will.
- Are you out of your mind?

- Just shoot somebody for no reason?
- Next time I'll kill him.

That's enough!

Look what at what he did
with his horse.

- Still no reason to shoot him.
- Look at these, they're all ruined.

Doesn't matter. It's not the end
of the world. We'll plant some.

Now, come inside and have breakfast.
We'll worry about those later.

It's one thing to dream about
a man on a horse chasing you,

but that doesn't mean you have to shoot
at the first one who comes along.

- Do you take milk?
- Uh-huh.

- Yes, thank you.
- Yes, thank you.

That's better.

I've never seen anything like him.
What makes him to go riding in the nude?

He must be some kind of
weird exhibitionist.

A variation on flashing with
the raincoat in public park.

That's terrible, I know.

But he didn't deserve to be shot at.

Perhaps he needs a psychiatric's help.
Ignore him if you see him again.

Maybe he is the one you see in
mysterious nightmare of yours.

Do you know him?

No.

He's a gypsy, too, isn't he?
It may be his primitive way

of courting you.

Who knows.
It has to stop whatever it is.

- If he comes back, I'll have
a few words with him. - No!

- Why shouldn't I?
- Forget it.

But why does he frightened you?

He's evil and he wants to kill me.

Oh, I see.
Didn't you want to kill him?

I hate it.

There's a very thin line
between hate and love.

I know. If we ever become lovers,
somebody will die.

It's written on my hand.

Don't be melodramatic.
Aren't you exaggerating a little?

Easy, boy.

Do you like that?

Yes, lovely.

I could spend all night like this.

- Triana?
- Yes?

How long have you been working
for the Graingers?

- What's the difference?
- I wanna know. Tell me.

I think it's been all winter.

- You were happy working for them?
- I didn't like Mr Grainger.

- No?
- No.

They're both so strange.

We're all very strange in our own way,
depends on the problems we've got.

Mr Grainger was always picking on me.

- Do you know why?
- Yes...

He was jealous because he thougt missus
was taking too much trouble over me.

Jealous?
Don't be ridiculous.

That's why he left me with you.

Without Mrs Grainger he wouldn't
have me in the house.

- You overheard that?
- Yes.

Mrs Grainger got angry with him,
they spent all night arguing.

I think my friend
was in love with you?

Was she? You can tell me.

Green almond eyes have
always been Sally's weakness.

Why won't you answer?

Stop staring at the carpet. When I talk
to somebody I'd like have their attention.

Was she in love with you?

I might've guessed.

- What's the matter, ma'am?
- Nothing.

Is there anything wrong with the food?
Shall I get something else?

No, it's OK. You go ahead.
It's getting cold.

I can make you an omelette.
It'll only take a couple of minutes.

No, this is delicious.
It's just I'm not hungry.

Well, take a bite at least.
You must eat something.

Would you mind if I came to town
with you tomorrow morning?

Please, ma'am, if it's not
too much to ask.

I didn't bring the wine.

- No, wait a minute.
- Yes?

I saw that man again this afternoon.

He was very close.
I went down to the river hunting.

He appeared out of the blue. I didn't spot
him until he was almost on top of me.

Without a stitch on just like before.
Isn't it strange? Complete weirdo.

- You must've been frightened?
- No.

Maybe I was shocked,
but not the least frightened.

Perhaps because I was sordidly surprised.

To find myself in that situation.

He's a beautiful looking guy.

Did he say anything?

Not that I remeber.

He just kept staring at me,
with those eyes so similar to yours.

- Then what happened?
- Nothing.

Just when I was expecting it, he
galloped away and I was alone again.

You must be creful.
He's dangerous.

The first impression I had was

I couldn't help thinking
what a lovely couple you'd make.

An ideal subject.
I would like to paint you.

Thank you for everything.

You don't have to thank me.
It was a pleasure.

I'll always wear this necklace
until I'm old and gray.

I doubt that.
I'm glad you like it.

Come on, my beauty!

- Now the lights have gone again.
- What do we do?

Raid my emergency candle supply.

What terrible weather.

The storm doesn't frighten you,
does it?

Yes.

Would you like to have drink
or something to eat?

- No.
- Yes, no, yes, no. Cheer out!

Get the can opener.

We'll have some ham.

A man I used to know was killed when lightning
struck the tree he was standing under.

He was burnt to a crisp, black
all over except for his teeth.

That's terrible.

I've been scared of lightning
ever since.

I'm not going to bed until it's over.

Triana, there's no need for that.

Come on now.
You can't stay up all night.

If you like, you can come and sleep
with me. We'll keep each other company.

Thank you.

I had someone close to me
who was killed in a car crash.

Only he wasn't just a friend.
He was my husband.

Apparently he slipped out of
the road and smashed into a tree.

Suicide or an accident,
nobody saw it so I'll never know.

It wasn't a great emotional shock.

Through here.

We've been at each other's throat so long,
there was nothing left between us.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

- Triana, come to bed now.
- I'm looking at my new shoes.

You've got plenty of time
to do that.

- They're beautiful.
- I'm glad you like 'em.

And they were very expensive.

Thank you.

You and your necklace.

I should've asked you before.
Would you like one of my night dresses?

No. I always sleep like this.

You and your horse man
make a fine couple.

Like Adam and Eve.
Perhaps he puts clothes on to sleep.

Good night, Triana.

Good night. Thanks again.

No, please. Don't put it out.

- Aren't you sleepy?
- No.

You feel it, my heart is beating
in time with yours.

Why did you come here?

I've grown used to living my life alone.

It's just myself to worry about.

Now you... have changed all that.

Please, my love.

Don't stop, please.

Let go of me!

Leave me alone!

Help me!

No!

Stop it!

I want to leave.

What on Earth for?

Aren't you happy here?

Yes, but I want to leave all the same.

- You mind telling me why?
- Because he keeps coming around.

Whenever I go out, he bothers me.

Yesterday I went through by
the river, he tried to rape me.

For the second time, he was there too
but I almost knocked him out with the rock.

You mean he tried to rape you before?

Yes.

Is that the experience Sally mentioned?

Yes.

What's the matter?

- Triana!
- Shh...

Can't you hear it?

Don't worry. It's just a hungry dog
looking for something to eat.

They often come around
but they don't harm anybody.

Come and listen.

You mustn't be so nervous.

It's all in your mind.

Good evening.

This is yours.
I found it down by the river.

- No, ma'am! Don't let him into the house!
- Stop being silly and rude.

That's not the way to treat somebody
who's returning something you've lost.

- Please, come in.
- No. Don't! He's dangerous!

Control yourself.
I won't have you act like this.

- If you let him...
- Triana!

If you can't control yourself,
go to bed.

Please come in.

Sit down.

- Oh, you've hurt yourself?
- Not really. It was yesterday.

I wasn't looking when my horse
ran under a low branch.

Go make some coffee.

And while you're at it, would you bring
my cigarettes? I left them on the table.

I've always been very fond of horses.

You ride very well.

But naked and with no saddle.

Isn't it rather uncomfortable?

No at all.
Makes you easy to grip the horse.

- Seriously?
- Uh-huh.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't
gallop all over my flowers.

You can come and visit us if you want,
but bring your manners with you.

How about it?
And not in the nude.

Well, I haven't see you.
Are you living around here?

Would you like one of these?
They're strong.

Thank you.
They're the kind I smoke.

You look like rather a mild-menthol type.

I was once married to an Italian.
He got me hooked on this kind of tobacco.

Thank you. Why don't you sit down.
Try not to look so glum.

- My name's Lorna
- My name's Chico.

No, he's not. He's Rafael.

- Chico or Rafael, which is it?
- Chico.

Good. I mean, you really
don't look like a Rafael.

That's interesting.
You two know each other.

Yeah, obviously.

Well, I don't want to stick my
nose into other people's business,

but if you're trying to court Triana,
you're going about it the wrong way.

She's got a thing about
guys on horses.

So you won't catch her by
galloping after her.

Do you go riding?

- No, I never learnt how to.
- If you like, I'll teach you.

It's not that difficult.

Basically it's the question
of getting over your fear.

The horse can sense
how you feel about him.

The way you approach him,
the way you touch him.

It's important to tell him
who's his boss.

- I like to give it a try.
- I'll teach you.

Yes, but not on that lovely horse of yours,
always snorting like a train.

Don't worry. He'll love you.

No, you've got to find one with
much sweeter temperament.

I promise you, it's perfectly safe.
You can take my word for it.

- Come on, don't worry.
- Well, I'll think it over.

- Do you live in town?
- No, I've got a shack down by the river.

- Why on earth you came up here?
- 'Cause he followed me.

I like to live alone.

It goes for me too.

We're a couple of old hermits at heart.

What are you doing here if you already
know what's written on your palm.

Or are you hoping for better answer than
the one I've already given you from the cards?

Come on.

Now tell me why you've come.
Sit down. What is it?

I want you to curse an
evil eye on this man.

I know a lot of your spell worked,
some even known to kill people.

You do black magic, don't you?

I want you to use it on this man.
I hate him. He keeps following me.

- What's the matter with your cat?
- She can sense your hate.

And that frightens her.

Tell me, why should I hurt
this person?

It won't change your destiny.

What's written here is written,
there'snothing you can do about it.

You will have a relationship with a man.

And someone will die.

That's the only reason why you're born.
There's nothing else written on your palm.

No future and no past.

You're a child of a devil.

I know you're one of us,
but I see only evil.

All I want to know,
when will he stop chasing me?

When you stop avoiding him.

If I give in to his lust, then
according to you somebody will die.

Look at it.

Thank you.

There's something about that head.

And the blood-thirsty lady makes
me think of Triana.

It's Salomé.

Triana would cut mine off if she had
a chance. You would, wouldn't you?

You should see the original,
it's magnificent.

Do you ever go to art museums?

No. It's not my thing.

Porno is his thing.

That's a shame.

It's John the Baptist's head.
Nasty, isn't it?

It was offered to Salomé
on a plate of solid silver.

She was a nasty piece of work.

One of the world's great dancers.

She'd do a number with veils,
and Herod'd give anything she wanted.

Great body.

The model for this was
a Spanish aristocrat.

She was married into the royal family.

I wouldn't thought people with money
would've done that kind of work.

If you're rich then you do
whatever the hell you like.

And get paid for it as well.
Money always comes handy.

I'm through with drink.
I'm never gonna touch a drop again.

- What's the matter?
- My head is spinning.

- Turn that dang light off!
- Turn it off, it bothers her.

You made me drink so much.
Embarrassing.

Egads.

Not again.

That's beautiful.

What a lovely feeling.

Try going to sleep for a while.

But we're up here to make love.

Come on.

We'll have a lot of time to make love.
For as long as you want.

Poor Sally is really missing out.

Stupid bitch, hard luck.

Tonight would be the most
beautiful night of your life.

Just for a little while.

I'm enjoying myself.

Take it off.

I'll have sex till I die from it.

I heard the weather report.

What the fuck do you talking about?

I was thinking of Sally. I bet
the weather's bad in England.

That's my ring.
Why are you taking it off?

Shh...

Relax.

Relax.

- She's watching us.
- You're joking.

She looks awake to me.

We'd better tie her down.
She might start kicking.

It will turn her on.

Okay, but don't hurt her.

Calm down.

You look tired.

After last night I'm not surprised.

I can't remember a thing.

I got the impression the walls are gonna come
crushing down and I tried to hold them up.

- Anything like that happened?
- Nearly.

I've never been through anything
like that before. That was stupid.

Maybe we should change the subject?

The fortune teller saw death
written on my hand.

That's bullshit.

What are you thinking about?

A subject I could use for painting.

What subject?

I'm not sure.
It was just an idea.

What's sort of thing
do you like to paint?

Nothing special, apart than copying
masters like Goya.

- Why don't you paint Jesus?
- It's not original enough.

I'd like to be able to paint
the thing I think about.

Like my nightmare.

Cant' you get that out of your head?

If I taught you to read them,
I'd lend you some books,

That would give you a chance
to understand your nightmare.

After all it's only a dream.
Your fear of horses based on

your fear of being sexually
exploited by the opposite sex.

To you, men are the worst
kind of animals.

- All the men are not the same.
- It's not sex I'm frightened of.

- You're not afraid of
being exploited? - No.

- A violence?
- No.

It's what the fortune teller
read in my hand.

I'm sure if you let that evil man do what
he likes, something terrible will happen.

Listen, I don't have time
for that superstitious bullshit,

so forget is. As far as I'm
concerned, you could go elsewhere.

I'm too old to be preached to,
so if we're gonna get along happily

please understand, you'll have
to adapt to my way of living.

And to begin with, I'm afraid
I don't share your fears.

You don't seem to like men?
I'm sorry.

I happen to.

I admit there are a lot of men
who consider a woman

as a quick rump on the floor.

But on the other hand should I
meet a guy who could handle me,

I'd give him everything he wants.

The door was open, so I thought
I'd come and say hello.

I know what we'll do.
I'll paint a picture of the two of you.

- Do you like it?
- Mm-hmm.

When you've finished, do you mind if I
showed it around to friends and family?

- Are you serious?
- Sure I am.

Will be a lot of fun to do that.
Bring them all here.

- You put me on?
- No, I mean it.

We'll have a party.

You can't be serious!

You can't invite more filth
like him to this house.

They'll rip off everything,
break things.

You won't be left with anything.
Please don't do it.

Don't talk about my family like that!

- Get out!
- No, I won't!

At least I have a family.
You don't even know where you come from.

- Get out!
- Stop it.

- Get out! - Let her go, she wouldn't dare.
You don't scare me!

Egads!
Who do you two think you are?

Who gave you the right
to talk like that.

One more ouburst like that,
you can both get out.

I've just begun a painting
with you as my models.

To be honest I was enjoying it.

If you collaborate it'll be fun for us.
Please try to behave.

I'll do whatever you want me to.

All I want is the two of you
behave like civilized adults.

And put an end to this superstitious
nonsense and ridiculous arguing.

We can start with us being friends.

That isn't too difficult, is it?

Triana, it's a moment of madness,
that's all.

- Chico only looks to have a good time.
- Perhaps he is.

He wants to take advantage
of you because you're rich.

He's nothing but a second-rate crook.

We'll see about that.
He is what he is.

I don't regret one bit of last night.

If he is like you say, too bad.

I don't expect every man
to fall in love with me.

To me, love and sex are
two very different things.

You can easily have one
without the other.

Did you enjoy last night?

You may not believe it, but he's
the first man I've had in a long time.

Yes.
He's a beautiful young man.

He really turns me on.

He took me violently.

At first it was painful
then I couldn't stop.

- What's the matter, darling?
- I love you.

Yes, I know, my dear.

I think it's a perfectly normal reaction.

I give you gifts,
take care of your education.

We sleep together and develop
intimate relationship.

Many women have relationship with
other women because they afraid of men.

That may be true in your case,
but not in mine.

A ménage à trois is ideal for me.
I couldn't ask for anything better.

Chico is the image of you,
and that's why I want him.

Thanks, but I'm not hungry.
You can take it away.

Are you waiting for him to come back?

Right now he'll be having fun with
his friends, spending all the money,

and tell them stories about you.

Don't worry, he'll be back
when he runs out of money.

Don't be silly.

If you think I'm sitting here
waiting for him, you are wrong.

If I care to see him,
I know where to find him.

It's not difficult.
He's just there, beyond the hill.

Here.

Or are you the one who
really wants him?

You're the one who has dreams,
not me.

Not me.
I don't have nightmares.

I've learnt years ago
to take men with a grain of salt.

And you should do the same.

I love you.

You don't love me.

It's lust.

What's the matter?

I prefer that way.

I want you, too.

I came here because I need
to spend some time with a man.

I've never been crazy about men.

But with you, it's something different.

You're not a man.

You are...

...like a green monkey.

Have you ever heard that story?

About the people who'd go to the jungle
to catch a monkey and paint it green.

When they took it back, the other
monkeys will attack it and kill it,

just because it was different
from them.

Not because it was dangerous,
but because it was different.

No, that's really romantic.
Would you like to see me dead?

No.

Do you know Triana dreams
about you every night?

- She's faithful to you in her own way.
- Like a terminal illness.

- You don't understand her problem.
- What problem?

I don't have time to understand her.

I use my head to survive.

I follow my instinct.
I don't think.

To be honest with you,
I've never had to.

All I worry about is sex.

What a woman's body is like.

What I can do with it.

You don't need to go
to school for that.

It comes naturally.

It's your fault, bastard!
You're to blame for her death!

- You make me sick!
- Say that again.

You make me sick!

- Why don't you go and tell the police!
- Why should I do that.

I love you.
I did since I laid eyes on you.

It was her death
written on my hand.

Right.
We've got to get rid of the body.

We must keep it between us.
No one knows if she's gone for weeks.

No one ever comes here. What do you care?
She'd taken advantages of both of us.

Like all rich pigs.

Where she hides all the jewelleries
and the money?