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[peaceful jingle]

[lively chatter and yelling]

[chatter in foreign language] [blood splashes]

[blood splashes]

[blood splashes]

[engine revs]

[knife scrapes]

[water and blood splash]

[brooding orchestral music]

[match strikes]

[Marcos coughs]

[jazz music]

[distant children yell and chatter]

- [Child] Pass it over here! No!

- [Child] Don't let him get it!

Be careful, he's coming up! Be careful!

No!

Oh, you idiot!

- [Child] You've gotta get him!

[upbeat jazz music]

[distant children yell and chatter]

[upbeat jazz music]

[Carlos breathes sharply]

[distant children yell and chatter]

[patrons chatter]

- Ernie says in this weather,

it's much better to have consomme.

But this soup will fill you up good, huh?

It's real chicken, and no preservatives.

Not like they use where you work, Marcos.

[Marcos chuckles]

- Listen, Rosa, the soups we make in the factory

aren't that bad.

- Yeah, "soup from Flory has all the right ingredients."

[chuckles] Yeah, "and it tastes like mother used to make."

- But it's nowhere near as good as yours, Rosa.

[Rosa chuckles]

It's really getting hot.

- Where you gotta be about seven tonight?

- I have a date with Paula.

We'll probably take in a movie or something

and go for a walk.

- It's about time you had a real woman, not a child.

I could teach you some things.

- Rosa, we've got other customers to serve!

Stop wasting your time over there!

- I'm coming Ernie.

Don't forget my proposal, okay?

- I always give my family the best food that I can find.

That's why I give them Flory Soup.

Because Flory soups have, mm,

the flavor of good, rich meat.

♪ Flory, Flory, Flory

- Sorry.

- You are late. - Dinner was later than usual.

- If I could meet you at your house,

I wouldn't have to wait here like a fool.

- That's impossible, darling. You know how my father feels.

He would kill me if he had any idea

that I was seeing you, Marcos.

[train roars]

[doors whoosh]

[train horn honks]

[train roars]

- [Carlos] You're not happy, say something.

- I just think we're never going to get married.

You never talk about making more money,

and most men do, who want marriage.

I really have to think about these things.

- If you want us to break up, say so.

Paula...

- But I love you.

- [Marcos] All right, we'll get married.

As soon as I get a better job at the factory, believe me.

- I believe you, Marcos.

Far from the subway, what'll we do? It's late.

- Don't worry. We'll get a taxi.

Here comes one now.

Taxi.

Taxi!

[car engine roars]

Good evening.

[car engine revs]

- Hey, you two are pretty lucky I was out this way.

It's getting quite late.

Hey, what gives?

[Paula moans]

You've got the wrong cab.

[muffled sports commentary]

- [Announcer] There's 10 seconds left to shoot.

Arnold passes into Harvey.

Harvey over to Carson and dunk.

Brought to 12 as Martin brings the ball in.

Marcus' pass is stolen by Harvey

and he's in all alone and lays it up for two points.

[tires screech]

- All right, everybody out.

- What gives?

- I don't run a bordello. Get out of here, Romeo and Juliet.

Both of you, get out of my cab!

- Listen, it's not your business to look at us.

- Now on top of it, you want to start an argument, chum?

- Haven't you ever been with a girl before?

What are you, some kind of homosexual? You act it.

- Look, buddy, I'm a married man.

- Mind your own business and drive us into town.

- Well, I don't want any fooling around in my taxi.

- Please, Marcos. Please, we better get out.

- Go on, get out. There's plenty of time to enjoy the night.

Just get yourselves a bed.

Or do you prefer to make love in public?

- Stop, you hear? Stop.

Let's go. My suggestion to you is shove your taxi.

- Hey! Just a minute!

You still have 3.50 on the meter to pay.

You don't think you're gonna get away

with a free ride, do you?

- Pay you? Hell, you didn't take us where we told you.

- Look here, lover boy.

I don't have to take any lip from you.

Are you trying to say you don't wanna pay me?

- Not one penny.

I don't have to take your insults, understand?

I'm not paying you.

- Pay him, Marcos, and let's go.

- That's pretty good advice, buster.

If you won't pay, I'll make it a night you won't forget.

- I've had just about enough of your crap.

[grunting] [Paula gasps]

- [Paula] Beast!

- I am gonna give you the beating

that your father never had time to give you.

[slaps] - [yelps] Marcos!

[yelps] [slaps]

[thud] [groans]

[body clunks]

- Come on, quick.

- I'm so scared, Marcos. You might've killed him.

Do you think he's gonna be all right?

- Oh, don't worry.

You can only kill a person as easy as that in the movies.

- Any scratches?

- No.

- I'll get hell for arriving home so late.

- Shall I meet you tomorrow at the supermarket?

- No, I'll meet you at the bus stop.

- Fine, about seven.

- I won't sleep a wink tonight, I just know it.

- Don't be silly, darling.

- I'll see you.

[distant dog barks]

[brooding orchestral music]

- Come on.

Hi.

- Out walking the dog? - That's right.

Same as always.

- I didn't think you were still here.

Thought everybody living there was off on vacation.

- Yes, well, my family went away,

and we've been left alone, my dog and me.

- Why do you stay here? It's so hot.

- Didn't care to go.

You always act indifferent. Why?

- Guess it's the way I'm made.

- You live near to me, and I'd hoped that maybe, eventually,

we could become better friends.

Smoke?

- Thanks.

[lighter flicks]

- [Nestor] You look very tired. Been working hard?

- No.

Just a bit nervous.

Well, I guess I better go.

Be seeing you. - Yeah, sure.

[lighter flicks]

[sirens blare]

[knife hacks] [background chatter]

[workers chatter and yell in foreign language]

- Hey, Marcos, drop your work.

The chief wants to see you in his office.

- See me? Why?

- Who knows? Maybe it's a better job!

[paper rustles]

[paper rustles]

- Marcos, what happened? The paper have anything?

- No, not a word.

- Did you read it all?

- Well, there was something. The man died.

His picture's in the paper.

If he hadn't come at me like he did,

and when he began hitting you, Paula,

I couldn't help myself.

Come on, let's not stand here.

Let's go, come on.

- Where are we going? - To my house.

It's the only place where we can talk quietly.

- And your brother? - Away on a trip.

He won't come back till after tomorrow.

[plastic rustles]

We came here to talk. Quit fooling with that package.

What is it?

- Just some plastic bags for the garbage pail.

It's for my mother.

- Yeah.

- I'm afraid, Marcos.

- But, afraid of what?

There was nobody who saw us take the taxi. Nobody.

- I'm sure they'll find out it was us.

- Nobody knows, but if you keep on with that face,

then everyone will know.

[sighs]

Don't be a fool.

Trust me.

- Nobody will find out? You believe that?

- No one.

[Paula moans]

[clock ticks rhythmically]

[Paula moans] [clock ticks rhythmically]

[Paula moans]

[Paula moans]

[Paula moans]

[Paula moans]

[Paula moans]

[Paula gasps and moans]

[Paula moans intensely]

[clock ticks rhythmically]

Want a smoke?

- Mm-mm.

- Do you regret making love, darling?

You're crying about that?

Is there something else?

Please tell me then, darling.

[clock ticks rhythmically]

[water swashes]

- Why don't we tell everything to the police?

- Tell what? What happened in there?

- [sighs] You know what I mean, Marcos. Don't joke.

Marcos, let's go and see the police.

- We decided I was to take care of it, remember?

- Yes, but after all that,

we should go and see them together, huh?

- No one is going to the police.

- But we ought to tell them what happened.

That he kicked you and hit me!

- They wouldn't believe a word. And your family.

How would you like them to know that you've been

going out with me?

- But, we should tell the truth.

Because you and I are getting married, aren't we?

- [Marcos] Yes, of course we are.

- Then, to the police.

- Don't act like an idiot.

[sighs]

If we go to the police, it'll spoil everything.

You know what time it is?

It's almost 10. Pretty late.

[crickets chirp]

You'll see, now. Tomorrow, you'll think in another way.

- I'll think the same as now.

- So will I. I don't wanna be locked up.

- Then I'll go to the police alone.

- What's wrong with you?

You act more like a baby every minute.

- That's because you treat me like a child.

- Look, beautiful.

It's late, but let's go back to the house.

We have to agree on this. Come on.

- You can talk all you like, but you won't change my mind.

- Well, at least you listen to what I have to say, huh?

[door opens]

[door closes] [dogs barks]

I'm not a kid anymore, you understand?

And when I say no, it's no.

- That's the trouble.

If you were younger, you'd have more courage.

- You just don't get it, Paula.

- Leave me alone!

- I haven't a chance in my situation.

- Stop! You're hurting me. - But can't you see, Paula?

If we go to the police, they'll never listen

to someone as poor as I am, a nobody.

- What a ridiculous thing to say.

- Police will listen to the rich only.

- I don't believe that. It's a bunch of nonsense.

- But a good lawyer costs money. Far too much.

- It's funny. I think my marriage with you would never work.

And you know why?

I can't believe anyone who won't face reality.

And marriage can't be built on lies.

Don't pretend with me, Marcos. It won't work.

I don't want to be made a fool of.

- That's what you believe?

- Yes.

- [Marcos] So I can go to the police

or I can go to hell, right?

- Marcos.

- It was you that wanted the marriage, and I agreed.

Now you say forget it.

- Marcos, I do want it.

[clock ticks rhythmically]

[moans]

[yelps]

[chokes] [clock ticks rhythmically]

[clock ticks rhythmically]

[Marcos breathes heavily]

[children laugh]

[dogs whimper]

[eerie music] [crickets chirp]

[muffled buzzing]

[tools clack]

[machine whirs and buzzes]

[door creaks] [eerie music]

[case scrapes]

[crickets chirp] [chair creaks]

[Marcos whistles jauntily]

[lock clicks]

- [Marcos] Hi, Steve.

- Oh. Hi, Marcos.

Did I have a difficult time.

That damn truck of mine broke down and I had to come back.

That's why I'm a day early.

- Have you eaten?

- No. Anything cold to drink?

No, afraid not. I drank it all.

- Well, why don't we go to Rosa's then?

I've been riding for six hours straight.

Wait until you see the present I bought for Carmen.

I picked out this watch that cost me plenty.

Between that and wedding expenses,

haven't been able to save a dime.

- Naturally, and from now on you can't screw around anymore.

- Tell me, Marcos.

When are you gonna start enjoying yourself a little?

From home to the factory, and from factory to the home.

- Everyone amuses themselves the way that they like.

- [sighs] You're sure a strange one.

I can hardly believe you're my brother.

- [Player] Take six so you can double.

- [Player] Okay, okay, I got them.

- Will you be here long, Steve?

- No. Getting hitched to Carmen next week.

Won't be around much longer, Rosa.

- I see you're going to be a good husband.

Treat Carmen well. She's a good girl.

Don't you cheat.

- I won't, if I can help it. [chuckles]

- Come on! I'll believe that when you're in a wheelchair.

- Well listen, would it be all right

if I leave my jalopy here?

- Won't you take it?

- Yeah, good place to spend the wedding night with Carmen.

- [laughs] I'm sure she'll enjoy that.

[hums melodically]

- Hey, Rosa.

What've you been doing to make my brother so happy?

- What did I do to him? Nothing.

- I meant to say, what's he been eating here?

- Very little.

[patrons chatter in foreign language]

- Something wrong?

Spit it out.

That's what brothers are for, to tell your troubles to.

- It has to do with my girlfriend.

- Your girlfriend?

You're too old of a hand to be letting a girl

get you down like this. - No, it's not her.

Something more complicated.

- Well, then out with it! Tell me what's wrong.

- Suppose we go home? I can speak easier there.

- We're leaving, Rosa. - Okay.

- See you later.

Is the poker game on for later tonight?

- Is that all you men think of is playing cards?

I think it's dull. There are better things to do.

- In that case, I'll see you later.

[Rosa chuckles] And we'll play together.

[Rosa laughs]

Have you gone crazy?

What happened? Couldn't you leave her or what?

Better to have married her than to have done this!

- No, it's not that. It wasn't that way at all.

- Sure, you panic, and the world breaks down.

Too bad you couldn't make it with Rosa.

No, man, you make it with young chicks.

You've made yourself a whole lot of trouble, you idiot!

- Later, I'll tell you everything, Steve,

but now, will you help me?

- I'll go to the police with you, for now.

But let's invent some kind of a story.

- No, not to the police.

Maybe we can take her in the truck, and maybe-

- But you don't think that you're gonna get away with this?

It won't be long and the fuzz will be swarming here!

Don't you think they won't be looking for the girl?

- But you wouldn't let me go to jail, would you?

- You should've thought about that earlier, Marcos.

Now that your life is in such a mess,

you come here and you wanna try and spoil mine too.

- Steve, if you won't help me,

who else do I have to turn to?

- Marcos.

You've made yourself one hell of a situation.

The best thing is to turn yourself in.

- No, I can't.

- Look, I never thought that you could be capable

of doing such a terrible thing, Marcos.

But I'm taking you to the police,

if it's the last thing I do, do you hear?

[Marcos sighs]

- If you want me to go, I'll go.

We don't have to fight about it, you know.

- I hope not.

Now you're once again my brother, Marcos.

[chuckles]

[melancholy orchestral music]

- This is Paula's.

I guess it caught on here when I carried her to the bedroom.

- Better not bug yourself.

It's important that you get it off your chest

as soon as possible.

- Yeah.

- Look, Marcos, I don't feel good about this,

but I want you to know, we have to clean up this mess.

[Marcos yells]

[wrench thuds] [groans]

[blood splatters] [groans]

[groans]

[door creaks] [eerie music]

[door creaks]

[door creaks]

[melancholy acoustic music]

[Marcos breathes heavily]

[traffic hums] [distant chatter]

[birds tweet]

[dog pants]

- Are you through with work?

- Yeah, just got out. What's wrong with him?

- He's horny. Do you know anyone that's got a bitch?

- No. There's a bunch of mutts around here.

- No good. It has to be a boxer.

- Well, is he particular?

- I believe tonight I might let him roam where he wants to.

- Well, he'd better be careful they don't eat him up.

The mutts that live around here are a pretty hungry lot.

- There's no danger.

A well-fed dog is always stronger than a hungry one.

- Something you never know.

There's nothing more powerful than hunger.

- You sound like a demagogue.

- Like a what?

- Oh, nothing. I didn't insult you, though.

- See you later. - So long.

[insects buzz]

- It's an hour I've been waiting here.

What happened to your brother?

- He hasn't come back as yet.

- Not returned from where?

Yesterday he telephoned to say

he was coming back a day earlier.

- Well, he is back from the trip. He's out on an errand.

- It's too much. He hasn't called all day.

Here we are about to be married

and me with a thousand things to do.

- Calm down, Carmen. Don't be nervous.

[Carmen sighs]

Would you like to come in? - Why not?

He can't be gone too long.

And if you don't mind, Marcos.

[lock clicks]

[door slams]

[sighs] It's already 10.

I'd like to know what he's up to.

I'm not leaving until he gets back. You just wait.

I've never seen a house as dirty as this place.

[sniffs]

It smells funny.

[sighs] And dad is waiting for me to get his dinner ready.

- Well, then let him get used to eating alone.

When you're living with Steve-

- [sighs] Oh, you don't know him well.

He's not even used to the idea of my getting married.

Well, he'll have to get used to it. He'll soon be alone.

- Why not go home, instead of sitting around here?

When Steve gets back home, I'll have him call.

- He's a bastard.

I'll bet you he's out having himself a little fling

with a chick.

But I guess I'm too much hung up on the guy

to tell him what he could go and do.

Did he mention anything of the gift he was supposed to get?

- Well...

Well, no. What was it?

- A wristwatch.

I'll go take a look in his room and see.

- No! No!

Don't.

- But what...

What's wrong?

Oh, I get it. He wants to make it a surprise.

How nice he is, even though he acts like a beast.

I wanna see.

- [Marcos] I don't want you to go in there!

- Well, if you say so.

What's bothering you?

I guess you wanna keep Steve's surprise a secret.

- I'm sorry, Carmen. The truth is, he didn't say anything.

You know what he's like, don't you?

He's a man who likes to surprise everyone.

- Hm.

Well, well, well.

[sighs] I'm starting to get a terrible headache.

Do you have any aspirin?

- Well, I don't know. There could be some in the kitchen.

- Oh, go on, Marcos, be a good Samaritan.

Go get me a couple of aspirins and a glass of water, okay?

[melancholy orchestral music]

- Do you really want me to bring the aspirins?

- Yes. My head really aches.

- Well, okay.

[door handle clicks]

[door closes] [eerie music]

[water splashes]

[switch clicks]

[Carmen screams]

[water splashes] [faucet squeaks]

[door opens]

[door slams]

Here's your glass of water.

It really is a shame, Carmen, but,

I couldn't find the aspirin.

I'm really sorry.

Take the water?

[Carmen gasps]

- No! [glass shatters]

[flesh squelches]

[eerie music] [crickets chirp]

[Marcos grunts]

[Marcos grunts]

[bed squeaks]

[Marcos breathes heavily]

[switch clicks]

[door slams]

[crickets chirp]

[dogs barks]

- Hi.

Hot, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Sure.

- Have you finished with the girl, lover boy?

I saw her waiting for you in front of the house

when you arrived home this evening, and she wasn't bad.

Maybe I could meet her.

- No.

No, it's not what you think.

Besides, she's already gone.

- Okay. That's why you're so bushed, huh?

- [Marcos] Yeah, it could be.

Not only that, the heat.

- Yeah, it's really warm.

You know something?

I let the dog loose. I gave him two hours freedom.

Do you feel like walking?

- Uh, no.

It's getting late.

- Oh, come on now.

It's still early. Let's take a walk.

- [Marcos] Why not?

[suspenseful music]

- [Nestor] You know, it's curious.

We've seen each other for weeks

and we don't even know each other's names.

Mine is Nestor.

And yours?

- Marcos.

- [Nestor] Marcos.

- Why should a guy like me interest you?

You must know an awful lot of important people.

- [Nestor] [chuckles] Important people always think

they have a solution for everything.

- It must be wonderful to find a solution for everything.

- You know something?

You're going to think that I'm an idiot,

but all this darkness makes me feel afraid.

- Afraid?

Of what?

- It's easy to be afraid, and I should know.

Anyway, I don't want you to think I'm a fool.

There's a cafe over there. Let's go have a drink, okay?

I'm beginning to think that we're both rare birds.

- Yeah?

Why?

- It's obvious.

I ought to be like you said, with guys in my own class,

dancing in the discotheques,

spending the summer in Torremolinos

and racing over the highways at 120 per hour.

And you should have a home,

with a wife, maybe, and some kids.

Making a down payment on a washer.

[chuckles]

And with luck, you'd be able to have your own car.

[plane engines roar overhead]

- Oh, sure.

It's possible for you.

But marriage just isn't for me right now.

But who knows?

It might've been, once.

Most men do sometimes want that.

However, I must say that your idea

is impossible for me right now.

My brother's engaged.

His plans are to live out in the country now.

I don't know.

I can't be sure about my own future, though.

- I have a friend who's very wise. He's always reading.

He'd call us pariahs or outcasts.

- Pari...

What was that?

- Nothing.

Just some words. [car approaches]

[car doors slam]

- Police, kids. Let's see your identification.

- Sure.

[glass clinks]

And yours, where's your ID?

- Sorry, I don't have it with me.

- No identification?

- I left it at the house.

- [Inspector] Well, what're you doing here

at this time of night?

- Passing the time, and having a drink.

- Don't you know it's the law that you have to carry

some kind of identity card?

- I'm awfully sorry, but...

- Excuse me, Inspector. I know the young man.

He lives in this new building over there.

[dog barks]

- Oh, he lives over there,

in one of those high rise apartments?

Well, in that case, just don't forget.

You should always carry your identity card with you.

We have to be careful.

You never know what we might find out here.

Good evening. - So long, Inspector.

Always good to see you.

[crickets chirp]

- I like your place. There aren't many left.

- I don't like it.

- Then why do you stay in it?

I believe I've heard that people who used

to live in these houses have moved

because of the high rises they're building.

- Someday they'll build here too, and I'll have to leave.

- It's a pity.

I would like it if you'd let me take a peek inside.

[Marcos chuckles]

- There isn't much to see.

Plaster's falling down. Walls are damp and dirty.

It's full of memories which wouldn't interest you.

- You should bury them.

- What do you mean?

- Get rid of the memories.

[dog pants]

Hello, Trotsky. Did you have some fun?

Yeah, boy. Oh, good dog.

- It's late. I'm going in.

I'm tired. - Yeah, we're also beat.

See you tomorrow.

- Yeah, sure.

- Thanks for the company.

- Goodnight.

[lock clicks]

[rooster crows] [birds tweet]

[heavy knocks]

[heavy knocks]

[heavy knocks]

[birds tweet]

How come you're here so early, Elmer?

- Just where is your brother?

- On his truck, he hasn't come back. Why do you ask?

- Because I'm looking for my daughter.

She told me he was back.

- I see.

That's odd. [chuckles] Carmen must be mistaken.

- Marcos, I'm pretty sure of my daughter.

It was about four in the afternoon

when Carmen left the house.

Now it's six in the morning and she isn't back yet.

- Well, she's not in here. Really, she isn't.

I haven't seen her in a week.

- [Elmer] Get out of the way! I wanna go in there.

- No.

- Yeah?

Then how do you explain Carmen's purse,

if she didn't come to this place?

She just couldn't stay away from your brother

until they were married, the little fool.

The fool!

- Please, you're mistaken.

- And now the family would be ridiculed by everybody.

Your brother can't do this to me.

You can't keep me out of there!

You're strong enough to keep me from there now,

but I have an equalizer, at home.

You just wait, and I'll be back, Marcos.

- Wait a minute! Don't be hasty.

- [Elmer] What do you want?

- Well, please go in there, if you want to.

If that's what you need to ease your mind.

[insects buzz]

- So you're ashamed to look me in the face!

[grunts]

[train horn blares]

[eerie music]

[gasps]

[knife thuds] [groans]

- [Radio Host] And now we present the classic hits

of yesteryear.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[plastic rustles]

[door closes]

[knife hacks]

[machine whirs and buzzes]

[distant clattering]

[bag unzips]

[plastic rustles]

[hatch clunks]

[plastic rustles]

[bag thuds]

[switches click]

[machine whirs and buzzes]

- [Announcer] Past a halfway mark of round four.

[spectators cheer]

The action's starting to pick up.

Russell seems to be getting stronger.

Armstrong has a good left jab working.

There's 30 seconds... [button clicks]

[knife scrapes]

[knife clinks]

[plastic rustles]

[door creaks]

[switch clicks]

[knife hacks]

[knife hacks]

[knife hacks]

[knife hacks]

[alarm clock rings]

[background chatter]

- He likes television? - [sighs] There isn't much.

In the summer, we don't sell a lot of meat.

- That's fine. The dog doesn't eat like a tiger.

- [Marcos] Hi, Rosa. Coffee, please.

- Right away, Marcos.

- Hi. Going to work?

- Yeah.

What a surprise to see you here and up so early.

- I'm not getting up. I didn't even get to bed.

Been up all night.

- [Man] Rosa, give me a coffee!

- Insomnia?

- No. I spent the night at the typewriter.

- Writing a letter to your parents?

- [chuckles] No.

I'm writing a book now. It's my hobby.

- You're writing a book?

- Well, I hope to have it published.

Who knows? Just have to see.

- I better be on my way. Rosa, here's your money.

- Bye, Marcos. Don't be such a bad boy.

Come and see me more often.

- You like sports?

- Yeah, I go to the gym.

- Hm, there's weights in there.

Are you a muscle man?

- No, I have many things I need in there.

I'll be seeing you.

- I would like to go with you some day.

I need some exercise.

[dog growls]

Trotsky, cut it out.

- I better get going.

- I will see you later, no?

- It's possible. So long.

[bag unzips] [machine whirs]

[plastic rustles]

[meat clunks]

[switches click]

[machine whirs and buzzes]

- Thank you.

And you, sir?

- [Carlos] I need something for cooking odors,

like I've seen advertised on television.

- Oh!

Something to smell nice and clean.

- [Carlos] Yes, uh, I'll take six.

- Uh, there are various types.

Now, this one is inexpensive,

and it smells just divine!

[bottles clink]

Is there anything more?

- Perfume.

- What fragrance?

- Well, a type with a strong aroma.

- Yeah.

Well, there are many different kinds,

but I have a brand, fresh and very much in demand.

I'll give you a sniff of it.

- I'll take 10 bottles, thank you.

- What?

10?

You know that's enough to supply a whole Navy!

[bottles clink]

[Carlos sniffs]

No, on the arm.

Mm-hm.

Here we are.

[Carlos sniffs] Like it?

- Mm.

- Any woman would love this scent, all right?

- That's fine.

- And would you like anything else?

- No, nothing more.

- It's a present that will make your wife tingle with joy,

because she'll have enough perfume for a long time to come.

- I'm single.

- Oh, so!

Well, you see that this type can be used by any man

without having the teeniest bit of embarrassment.

You know, why I have several men customers.

- What do I owe?

- That will be 20 even.

Thank you very much.

What, you don't want the yellow coupons?

Hm!

[crickets chirp]

- Get out of here, go!

[dogs whimper] Go on!

Scram!

Stay away from here!

[aerosol sprays]

[plastic rustles]

[liquid swashes]

[sniffs deeply]

[door creaks]

[cat meows]

[tapping]

- Want something to eat?

- [Carlos] Yeah, but if it's too late,

I can get a sandwich somewhere else.

- [chuckles] I haven't eaten, either.

Join me, come on.

Enough for you?

- Mm-hm.

Where's Ernie?

- [chuckles] Like always, sleeping.

And Steve, where's he?

- Uh, away on a trip.

He had to get some papers for the wedding.

- [chuckles] Your brother's very nice.

It's curious, but I haven't seen Carmen

or her father around.

- Well, you know how it is.

I guess Carmen is preparing things for the wedding,

and her father could be, uh, helping her.

[Rosa chuckles]

- Would you like something more, hm?

- No, I've had enough.

- How about some milk with egg in it?

It makes a very good dessert.

- No, really, I should go.

- Oh, it just takes a second.

[spoon rattles]

Here, drink up.

Finish it. You haven't looked well these past few days.

Steve said I should take care of you.

[gasps] I'm so...

I'm sorry. Please let me fix it.

- It's not important. They're my work clothes.

[Rosa breathes heavily]

There.

Almost as good as new.

- Thanks for feeding me so well. How much?

- Nothing. It's on the house.

- But, Rosa.

- [chuckles] I enjoyed it. I said you were my guest.

- Yeah.

Thanks again.

[car approaches]

[car horn honks]

[tires screech]

- Hi, man. Were you frightened?

- I guess you did. - [chuckles] Don't worry.

Where are you going?

- Home. I was just on my way there now.

- Do you wanna take a swim?

- Where?

- The pool stays open quite late at my club. Coming?

[dark orchestral music]

[water splashes]

[car engine revs]

[brakes squeal]

[crickets chirp]

Wake up.

We're here.

- I was really sleeping.

- It's not strange. You get up so early.

- [yawns] I find it strange.

I just can't recall when I slept so well.

I was really relaxed.

- If I were curious, I'd ask what's bothering you.

But I'm not curious.

- I'm going. I'm glad you invited me tonight.

- [Nestor] I guess the swim did you good. See you tomorrow.

- [Marcos] Yeah, thanks.

[car door slams] [yawns]

[car engine roars]

[melancholy acoustic music]

- Hey, here he comes.

Going in for sports, Marcos?

- Yeah, boxing. - Very professional.

Nice sports bag. What's inside, gloves?

- Hey, now that he's got a new job,

he's getting high and fancy.

You should show us the gloves and let us have a chance

to warm up too, Marcos.

[men yell over each other]

- Stop screwing around, will you? Don't act like kids.

[men yell over each other]

Give it here!

Damn it!

[men yell over each other]

[grunts]

- Hey, big shot!

What do you think he's got in here?

Smells like perfume.

Take the bag.

You aren't one of the gang anymore.

Well, the next thing you know, he'll be moving

into one of those ultra fancy high rises.

Get lost.

[factory horn blares] [men chatter]

[switches click]

[machine whirs and buzzes]

- I don't want you getting off on the wrong foot,

'cause the last guy that had this job

was fired for stealing meat, understand?

[melancholy acoustic music] [crickets chirp]

[chair creaks]

[alcohol splashes]

[glass shatters]

[chair creaks]

[chair creaks]

[pinball machine clacks and dings]

- Marcos, soup's on the table.

[lively acoustic music in foreign language]

- [Man] Hey, Ernie. Another beer.

- Tell me how you like it. It's not the same soup as always.

It's one of those from your factory.

Flory, like mother used to make.

[spoon clinks]

You don't like it, Marcos? - But what's wrong with it?

[sniffs]

It can't be that bad. I had some myself.

- You look sick. Aren't you feeling well?

- I'm going. Not hungry.

- But sit down and have something else.

I'll fix you a T-bone. Red meat, that's what you need.

- Tomorrow, if I feel good.

- You should go to your house and lie down.

[footsteps shuffle]

[Marcos retches]

[Marcos retches]

[dark orchestral music]

- Is something wrong, Marcos?

- Something I ate. I feel bad.

- Can I get you something? An aspirin?

- No, thanks. I'm okay.

I'll be all right.

- As you wish.

[church bell tolls]

- I'll see you later.

- Where are you going? - I'm going to confession.

- To church?

But you haven't been there, Rosa,

since your first communion.

- Well, today I want to.

It's eight years today since mother died.

See ya.

- Hey! Without a veil?

- I don't need it. I'll use my handkerchief.

- Well, come back right after the service,

because I don't want to be left alone

and do all the cooking here.

[aerosol sprays] [knocks]

- Who is it?

- Open up. It's me, Rosa.

[children yell over each other]

[lock clicks]

How are you, Marcos? Feel all right?

- Better. Better, thanks.

- I'm so glad.

I was passing by and I thought if you weren't better,

then someone would have to look after you.

- No, no. I'm all right now.

- May I come in? It'd be nice to see your house.

- [Marcos] Yeah, if you like. Come on in.

[children yell over each other]

[door closes]

- I wondered how a man keeps house when he lives alone.

Have you had your breakfast?

- No.

I just this minute got up.

- Well, then just lie down again

and I'll prepare something to eat for you.

I brought a sweet roll.

What smells in here?

- What? Smells?

Garbage. I forgot to take it out last night.

Is there a kitchen?

- Back there, but don't bother.

- You just lie down on the sofa there.

- I'm okay. I feel much better now.

- [chuckles] You just relax.

I'll prepare everything and you'll enjoy it.

Let me, please.

That garbage smell seems to come from in there.

Most people don't sleep with their garbage.

They keep it in the kitchen.

[children yell over each other]

[plate clinks]

Your breakfast is served, m'lord.

- Thanks, Rosa. That was very nice.

- No.

Don't you get up.

It's better the way you are.

[plate clinks]

Don't you want the sweet roll?

- Later. I'll get it.

[Rosa moans]

[children yell over each other]

- [Child] Don't let him get it!

- I can come over every day now

and help you to straighten up around here.

A house always needs a woman.

And right now, I'm gonna clean up that room.

The odor from there is too much.

- No, don't do a thing.

We hardly ever use that room and it's not aired.

I'd rather you didn't go in.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I insist that you let me clean it.

I wanna clean that room and give it a good airing.

You need fresh air to feel better.

- But don't you see?

I don't want you going in there.

- [chuckles] All right, then you do it.

I don't mind.

- Please, excuse me.

I don't want you to suspect that I could-

- What do you mean?

[insects buzz]

Suspect?

[insects buzz]

Better get going. Ernie's waiting for me.

[chuckles]

I've been here for more than an hour.

I don't know what to explain to Ernie, Marcos.

And there's so much work to do at the bar, being a busy day.

Well, sure. You know what I mean?

- I don't want you to go, Rosa.

I know it doesn't smell good in here.

But look, this will get rid of the smell.

Only I clean up that room, understand?

I'm glad you took the trouble to bring me that pastry.

Never had anyone so nice to me.

And maybe perhaps we'll do it again.

I've been thinking,

we should see each other more often, Rosa.

- Tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I'll clean up the whole house for you, and uh,

I'll wear my best dress for you, and,

I should get going to work.

Tomorrow I come back and...

- Yeah, Rosa. Sure.

You see? You see?

It's gone away. [sniffs]

It smells a little, but much better than before.

Tomorrow, I'll buy a lot more of this.

It's not expensive, you know?

And it smells good. Don't you recognize the smell?

It's like pine trees. Pine trees.

Don't be so worried,

maybe pretend my house is all right and clean.

Maybe we could try to be friends, and maybe you could be

my woman, permanently, huh?

But you should be able to have trust and faith in me.

Trust and faith. It's true, I mean it.

You believe that?

There's no smell.

Why?

Why?

- Yes, yes. I believe you.

I better be going, Marcos.

Promise not to tell anybody.

I swear by the Holy Mother.

- Why did you have to come here and spoil everything, Rosa?

Why? - Marcos.

Marcos!

[melancholy orchestral music]

[thuds] [groans]

[children yell]

[groans]

[thuds]

[ball thuds] [children yell]

[thud]

[children yell over each other]

[insects buzz] [muffled children yell]

[door creaks]

[melancholy guitar music] [door creaks]

[door creaks] [chair creaks]

[door creaks]

[door slams]

[lock clicks]

[lively percussive music]

[distant chatter]

- [Woman] What can I do for it?

- [Man] The best thing is to call a veterinarian.

[lively jazz fusion music]

- [Woman] Is there one nearby?

[lively jazz fusion music]

[dogs bark]

- [Marcos] Get away! Get out of here!

Move! Go on! [dogs bark]

[dog pants]

[lock clicks]

[door slams] [dog pants]

[dog barks]

[door opens]

[retches]

[breathes heavily]

[dogs whines]

[distant dogs bark]

[dogs bark]

[crickets chirp]

[footsteps approach]

- [Nestor] How are you, Marcos?

- Can't say.

- You seem to be lonely.

- I am lonely.

- But today more than before.

And alone on the porch.

- It's too hot in there.

- Well, come then, to my place.

- Your place.

- Why not?

We can fix ourselves a drink, chat.

Be bored together.

[dogs barks]

I locked the dog out. This way, we can talk.

Sometimes, they're too much. You know what I mean?

Oh, we need ice. Come with me to the kitchen.

- [Marcos] Mm.

- My mother didn't want to leave me alone here.

She was afraid I'd have parties and get into trouble.

[chuckles] What she doesn't know.

Ouch!

- What happened? - I cut myself.

It's not the first time with these damn things.

- Don't do it that way. It's better with cold water.

It'll soon be okay.

[water splashes]

- I know a lot of people who get ill when they see blood.

You're not the same way about blood.

- [chuckles] No.

It doesn't bother me in the least.

[ice cube clinks]

- Do you want soda?

- Yeah, sure.

[soda dispenser hisses]

[buttons click]

[spectators on TV cheer]

- [Announcer] A strong right from Smith stuns McNally.

- Do you like boxing?

- Yeah, sometimes.

- [Announcer] McNally's coming with a good left lead.

Smith is down.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

And Smith is up at the count of eight.

- A beautiful view from here.

They're very good glasses.

They can pick out anything.

- [Announcer] McNally comes in for the kill.

Smith is fighting for survival.

- Look here. I'm looking in your house now.

The small window filled with flowers.

You left your lights on.

You know what?

Marcos, you can see very clear into your living room.

Look.

Turn both dials until it's into focus.

- [Announcer] Smith is also getting the salts.

The crowd here tonight

is getting its money's worth from this one.

Smith was a slight favorite for tonight's bout.

But I would that it's pretty even up till now.

- You can see perfectly.

[whistle blows]

- [Announcer] There's the 10 second warning.

Both boys are standing in their corners.

None too worse after that last round.

[bell dings]

And here we go for round five.

[Marcos chuckles]

- Have you made much use of those binoculars?

- Sure.

I've seen a lot out there.

- [Announcer] Mixing it up.

Smith leads with the lead followed by a right cross.

McNally is countering nice with his left lead.

Now Smith is picking up his tempo.

- You should bury them.

Everything.

You can't get away with it.

[glass shatters]

What're you doing?

- [Announcer] I doubt you can hear me over the crowd noise,

but Smith and McNally aren't showing signs of letting up.

Smith stuns McNally with another follow punch.

A strong right from Smith stuns McNally again.

McNally counters with his left lead.

[glass shatters] [Marcos sobs]

The two going at it, here in round five.

We've got 30 seconds to go.

This is the best round so far. [Marcos sobs]

[button clicks]

- Come on.

[ice cube clinks]

You need a drink.

And don't break it.

- Did I scare you very much? - A little.

A guy doesn't try to cut your throat every day.

[glass crunches]

- But you weren't even afraid.

And fear you can notice.

It's something you can see.

And even smell.

But you.

You showed no fear.

- Why should I fear you?

I haven't forced you with any pressures.

Or perhaps, I didn't believe

that you would really try to kill me.

What's more likely is I didn't care if I did die.

Your work in the slaughter house is necessary,

for people like me.

We like to eat the meat, but not prepare it.

But you should not relate this to humans.

- This is good whiskey. Very good.

I find it helps a lot, Nestor.

Thanks for inviting me.

What did you see through those binoculars?

And what do you know about me?

- Everything.

You're alone, and you're sad,

and you need some help, and I want to help you.

- Why?

- Why?

Let's say it's your situation.

- It's a surprise.

I've been without any help for so long now.

- Really? - Really.

- Well, I'm going to help you, okay?

It's up to you.

- Yeah.

Yeah, thank you.

- [Nestor] You must leave that hell you're in.

But whatever decision you make, I'm with you.

- I know what to do now.

- I'm sure you do.

- I guess I'll be going.

There isn't any reason for any more explanations.

I know what to do now, Nestor.

Well, I guess I won't be seeing you.

Keep well.

Bye.

[glass clinks]

[rotary dial clicks]

Police.

I have killed six persons.

I'll wait for you at my house.

[sighs]

Have you got a pencil?

I'll give you the address.

[brooding orchestral music]

[bright orchestral music]

[peaceful jingle]