Original subtitles

Don't be afraid, I won't bite.

Go on, come in.

The zipper.

First...

you have to pay, handsome.

The Killer is Not Alone

What do you mean it hasn't arrived?

It should've been at the port yesterday morning.

Call the port authority and see if they know something.

What? The cargo was in the harbor for a week?

If that boat hasn't arrived by noon,

have the steel loaded onto the Infante Christina to fill the Egypt order.

Now where were we?

Hm, where the piano wire was being referred to...

Ah yes, in reference to that wire,

in reference to that wire,

the order will be filled as quickly as possible-

Enrique, do you want to call the meeting? Everyone's here.

- Yes, I'll be there in a minute. - Have breakfast first.

One moment please. Yes?

Mr. Enrique, your son is here, he wants to see you.

Tell him to wait a bit.

Very well Mr. Nieto.

Be so kind as to wait a moment.

- Julio. - Hello Father

I'm sorry I made you wait. What's the matter?

Well, I wanted to tell you that...

- last night... - Was there some special problem?

- You're busy. - Well, yes Julio, very much, as always.

Let's see... this won't last more than half an hour,

wait here and afterwards we'll have breakfast together.

Very well Father.

Your father isn't here, did you want something?

Nothing, just to say hello.

- Did you have fun? - Yes.

Son, I don't have time for you now, your father will be here in an hour.

Do you want me bring you something back from Amsterdam?

Dear Father,

taking advantage of the Holy Week vacations,

I'm leaving for a few days.

On the second floor. It'll be fine, it's a very peaceful hostel.

Who are you?

What do you want?

I came to...

Oh, excuse me, I'll be with you right away.

Consuelo, continue with the girls.

Come.

I thought so. So what are you, a student?

Yes, a student.

In this business we learn to figure people out,

can you imagine how many people have come through here in all these years?

- I suppose so. - Come.

You'll be able to study in peace here.

I can't stand another minute, do you hear me?

No one can stand this, you have to do something Mrs. Dolores.

- What's the matter Theresa? - What's the matter?

You say that as if you didn't know, it's impossible to sleep here

- I work, Miss. - Work?

You call that work?

Torturing me all day long with that machine?

It's the tool of my trade.

And of my torture.

Look Mrs. Dolores,

this can't continue this way. I need to sleep during the day,

- and this gentleman, with that noise... - Come Theresa, and you Mr. Raymundo,

- let's keep calm. - I don't bother anyone, I'm working.

Yes, but you have to understand that you work

at the same time Ms. Theresa is resting.

She should work during the day, like everyone else.

Fine, then you ask the director of the sanatorium.

If you wanted Mr. Raymundo, everything could be settled

I could give you a room next to Mr. Juanito,

he's out all day and you wouldn't bother anyone

- I don't bother anyone. - I know you don't,

but if you were in the other room,

then Ms. Theresa could rest peacefully all day

and there would be no cause for complaint.

What a welcome we've given you.

Don't worry.

I suppose they'll give you the room next to mine.

You don't have a typewriter, do you?

No, I'm very peaceful, I won't be a bother.

- Then welcome home. - Thank you.

What do you think?

The room is yours as soon as we move Mr. Raymundo's junk.

If you want to wash up, the bathroom is down the hall on the left.

In the meantime I'll get your room ready.

Go on, go already.

- Good evening. - Hello

I was going...

- At the end of the hall, to the left. - Thank you.

- Yes, Mr. Nieto. - Mr. Enrique, the director?

- Of course the director. - And who is calling?

- Julio Nieto. - His son?

- Yes, put me through. - One moment please.

Hello? Your father isn't in the office, would you like to leave a message?

No, forget it.

Hello Carmen. Good afternoon everyone.

Thank you.

Strange crime of the wire strangler There are no prints of the killer.

I didn't have time to say goodbye to you

but I'll try to call as soon as possible,

these have been some very difficult days for me.

Oh Enrique, your son called.

What did he say?

He wanted to speak with you.

Sounds like he's having a good time.

I suppose he wanted money.

Do you know if he called from Madrid?

Yes, that's what he said, or from Malaga,

I didn't hear him too well.

Did he leave an address?

What was that?

Did he leave an address?

Oh, no, not with me.

You didn't ask him what was going on, why he left home?

It's your turn.

You know why he left, I don't know why you're so worried.

The boy found some girl he likes and gone to see her.

Carmen, please. What did he say?

What? I already told you,

he wanted to speak to you.

He's bound to call tonight once we're asleep, anything to be a nuisance.

What was that friend of his called, the one who shot so well?

What was his name...

do you remember?

The Sancherios' son?

Yes, that's the one.

Wait...

- Why do you want to know? - Because he might have spoken with Julio.

Carlos, no no,

Ernesto Sancherios.

Come on Rosita, give me a little more.

Later,

once I'm done with everyone else.

Women always refuse by default, no matter what.

And you Mr. Juanito, always the same thing on your mind.

Me?

- What did I say? - As if we didn't know you.

What's that laugh about?

It's obvious, you're always chasing skirts,

all the girls at your office are terrified.

This smells like a conspiracy,

Ray Anderson here has already begun investigating.

Let's calm down.

How is the case going Mr. Raymundo?

You're not about to find out, I'm not saying another word.

- Why not? - Because later you won't read the book.

We didn't plan to read it anyway,

he tells us every detail of his books during mealtimes.

Well, that's why.

You solve cases very well in your little novels,

but as for real crimes, you haven't solved a single one.

That's what the police are for.

And where would the police be without you?

It seems to me that in the case of the Habiles monster,

neither you nor the police are making progress.

Did you see the picture of that poor girl in the newspaper?

Why all this unpleasant talk around the dinner table?

Unpleasant? Why? These are facts of life.

They're things for a madmen, for a sexual maniac.

Please, the girl is here.

Don't tell me those types are uncommon.

You'd know that best.

Look how well the little girl understands these things.

Monica has a right to an opinion, right?

Keep quiet Monica, let your elders speak.

Let's see if Mr. Raymundo decides to tell us his deductions.

Don't make us beg, you're the expert on the subject.

The truth is that nothing is known because nothing can be known.

The oracle has spoken.

And nothing can be known,

because these sorts of crimes consist of very complex clinical oddities.

I'd say that every killer creates his own bloodline,

he is born and dies by himself, he resembles no other.

But the police must know something by now.

The only thing they know is that he murders his victims with a wire.

So what? Where's the motive?

The motive is the wire we'll have to balance on in order to find the killer.

Like I said, in these sorts of crimes

the motives are hidden,

secret, mysterious.

There is no previous relationship between the victim and her executioner.

But does he rape them before or afterwards?

Please, let's not go there.

Go on.

It's a very simple matter.

These sort of crimes belong to a disordered mind...

- Hello Ernesto, thanks for coming. - It was nothing.

Listen, has it been long since you've seen Julio?

Saw him? Well, two weeks ago,

but I haven't spoken to him since last summer.

Did something happen, did you stop being friends?

He must be upset,

since the incident at the shooting club, he hasn't wanted to see us.

What happened at the shooting club?

Did something happen to Julio?

- Well, I don't know, he left home. - Why?

I have a few suspicions, that's why I called you.

Tell me Ernesto, what happened at the club that day?

What happened exactly?

Well... it was at the beginning of this summer.

We had spent the afternoon at the shooting club.

Julio was in a good mood and was having fun with everyone.

When we rejoined the group Sarah took him aside,

she wanted to give him a gift.

I liked Sarah. Well, it was nothing important,

she was a likable girl, pleasant,

but she preferred Julio, that's why she took him to the cabin.

I don't know what happened, but a bit later she ran out, very scared.

All she did was cry, not answering my questions.

She cried and cried in a fit of hysteria.

- She seemed very frightened. - Why, what did she say?

Tell me, what did Julio do to her?

She didn't want to tell me anything. I asked him, but...

- And you didn't see anything else? - No, nothing, just what I said.

It was a long time ago, I don't think he'd leave home because of that.

Have you heard anything from him? Where is he?

Is it your size?

It suits you very well.

- I'll wear it home. - What do you mean you'll wear it home?

- No? - It'll itch.

- Then I'll take it off. - Fine.

Just imagine it, since my father died I've provided for the family.

I don't mind helping, but I need my independence.

Naturally, your mother has to understand.

Yes, but you know how people become more selfish as they grow older.

And now she's gone back to dancing, you know?

She was an important dancer when she was young,

but she left it all when she married my father.

She says I have talent, just picture that,

with me being as clumsy as I am.

Come on.

- What sort of things do you like? - Excuse me?

Well, do you like to read? Sports? What are your hobbies?

I'll tell you a secret,

what I like most in the world are frankfurter sausages

I like them like crazy, I eat them at all hours.

And rhinoceroses, my father has the best collection in the world.

What else do you like?

Well, besides sausages and rhinoceroses,

I like sports, traveling...

- Alone? - Yes, alone.

You seem very reserved.

You like solitude.

I think we'll get along well.

I don't like noisy people at all, ones who talk too much.

I don't like those sorts of people either, I prefer peace and quiet.

Then we understand each other, we have the same tastes,

except for the rhinoceroses.

You're still like that? Go get me the platter.

- Can't Rosita bring it? - No, Rosita has a lot to do.

Go get it I said, immediately!

Bream every Sunday, beauty?

If you don't like the menu stay at the Ritz.

- What are you doing? - Look.

Get out of here pig.

- What's the matter, are you crazy? - Beat it!

What's all the ruckus?

Morals are fine, but that guy's a prude.

- I didn't do anything to him. - I know Sarah, I know,

- I would never think of blaming you. - But-

I already told you, I'm worried about Julio and perhaps you can help me.

Ernesto told me what happened at the cabin.

Why did he get upset with you?

He insulted me, said some horrible things.

But why? There must be some reason.

Did anything strange happen?

Julio was in a good mood when he arrived with Ernesto.

I called him aside

I think he liked me because other times...

well, I'd noticed he looked at me, understand?

He didn't treat me like the other girls in the group.

I like Julio too,

he was so timid, so courteous.

I've thought about it many times,

but I can't find a reason for his absurd reaction.

He started insulting me in a hateful way,

no one had ever said things like that to me.

He insulted me, he said some horrible things, horrible,

but I hadn't offended him.

He said I was like Martha, just like Martha he said.

But I don't know Martha.

Who is she?

Martha?

I don't know who Martha is.

I don't know.

Wait, where are you going?

- Let go of me. - No, wait, come here a minute.

Don't leave, let me explain.

There's nothing to explain.

Wait. You won't say anything?

Who would I tell?

Mrs. Dolores and everyone else at the hostel.

Don't worry, I won't say anything.

You're a good boy, you can be trusted.

- I have to go. - What's the rush?

Look, let's do something.

Drink your whiskey and wait until closing.

- It will only be 10 minutes. - No, I'm leaving.

Don't be silly.

It's my treat.

It's a way of celebrating our secret.

Don't make that face.

Don't you like me?

Don't be afraid, I won't bite.

The zipper.

So you're Martha.

You were a student back then

and took care Julio all summer when my wife and I took a trip to Japan.

Do you remember Julio?

Yes, but it's been so long...

What happened back then?

What happened between you and Julio?

Nothing.

Why do you say nothing? He remembers you.

That's his business.

And mine, and yours as well.

What happened?

It would be better for you if you told me now.

Nothing happened, I just took care of him.

I warn you Miss, it's useless to keep denying it,

because I'll find out one way or another.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What do you mean you don't know what I'm talking about? He remembers you,

and I'm sure it's not for a pleasant reason.

I don't know what you're talking about.

So you're refusing to tell me.

Talk now!

What happened?

- You're hurting me mother! - What do you mean? Stop whining.

Arms high, the waist like this.

Let's forget this, you're hurting me and I don't like it.

While you're still a minor you have to obey me girl,

so you can get those thoughts of independence out of your head.

My god Mother, again?

Don't take that tone with me, and listen to me when I'm speaking to you.

You think you can go around doing what you please?

- Let's not exaggerate things. - I don't exaggerate girl,

I know what I'm saying and I know what's good for you

and I don't like you messing around with that boy at all.

But Mom...

No buts, I've seen you together more than once.

I know what you're going to say,

that he's handsome, that he's well educated,

but you're not old enough to think about boyfriends,

and him, he's a man.

I bet he even has a formal girlfriend, he's just using you.

- Using me? - Yes.

Poor thing

I don't like you speaking to me that way.

What do you know about men, about life?

The only thing I know is that he's alone.

Here's a report from a psychiatrist,

who confirms the connection between those crimes.

It's, as you had supposed, the work of a single killer, of a madman,

a sex maniac, that's what the interview says.

- Then poor Theresa was... - Yes ma'am,

just look at what happened to the night shift of our nurse.

What sort of madman Mr. Raymundo?

Evidently a sex maniac.

The relationship between the crimes is that all the victims were prostitutes.

It's more than likely that the killer,

from what we can deduce from this interview,

suffered a traumatizing experience in his infancy or adolescence.

What do you mean?

An especially unpleasant premature sexual experience,

with a woman who mocked his manhood, for example.

But such an experience wouldn't cause a normal man to become a killer.

The thing is that these types aren't men at all,

as soon as they find themselves with a well-groomed lady,

they don't even know the first thing to do.

You understand, right?

Stop talking nonsense.

In the first place, these sort of subjects exhibit a schizoid personality.

That is to say, there's a division in their personality.

So when they commit the crimes,

they don't act in a way that's controlled by their consciousness,

but dominated exclusively by that other part of them,

ruled by their subconscious,

and in which negative experiences dominate.

And the repressed anxieties of their infancy.

That's all well and good Mr. Doctor,

but is there evidence or not?

In the newspapers the other day they said they had found some prints or something,

and the watchman...

It's true, the watchman saw the monster.

The bad thing is that, as I said, the other night,

with this type of crime...

Why don't you go to the police?

I can't,

I can't do it.

His mother would go crazy if she knew the police was looking for him,

this is a private matter...

it has to be private.

Look for him as discretely as possible,

we just want him to come back home.

Every day there are more boys running away.

Did you bring the pictures?

Here they are,

I've made 20 copies.

It would help if you gave me some information.

His habits,

how tall is he?

He's 1.76,

blonde hair,

blue eyes, strong.

He likes to eat frankfurter sausages,

anywhere at any time,

and also...

he collects rhinoceroses.

What?

Rhinoceroses?

Yes, I do too, it's our hobby, they aren't real,

they're made out of different materials.

If you know some place where they sell them...

What a surprise, it's the prettiest one I have!

And it's so hard to find them, it's marvelous! How did you get it?

What does it matter? The important thing is you like it.

I wasn't sure if I should get this or a can of sausages.

A coffee please.

Waiter, give me a coin.

- Yes? - Mr. Enrique, I've found him.

- Is he alright? - Yes.

What is he doing?

He's very well,.

with a stunning girl next to him.

I'll be there immediately. What's the address?

Close to your hotel, at the bistro in the town square.

Don't lose sight of him for a moment,

and don't tell anyone. I'll be right out.

Mr. Enrique!

Look, there he goes.

Julio!

Please Julio, who was that? Why are they looking for you?

It's not important, it's nothing.

Will you tell me?

Don't grow up Monica, don't grow up, don't become an adult.

But I am an adult.

But not like the others, don't grow up.

Tell me, who was he? Why was he calling you?

He's been looking for me, he's looking for me.

But who is he?

My father, he's looking for me.

Why? What did you do?

I don't know what I did.

I was just a boy.

She was like my mother, you know? She tricked me.

She tricked me, you know?

She tricked me.

It was Martha, Martha tricked me.

My parents had gone on a trip,

and she was looking after me.

She took care of me,.

and I think...

that I loved her more than my own mother,

because she was always playing with me,

and told me marvelous stories.

But she tricked me,

Martha tricked me.

Don't ever become a woman, don't be like her, like all of them.

We'll forget everyone and everything.

They won't find us.

If you hadn't yelled...

But why did he run?

You said he loved you very much.

We'll find him soon enough,

more than 12 men are looking for him, we'll find him again.

Something happened to him, there's no doubt, something terrible.

I think it'd be best to call the police.

No! Not the police, I'll find him myself.

That's where that goes.

Let's see how you deal with that bridge.

Mr. Gonzalo.

Well boy, you soon got tired of studying.

- May I speak with you a moment? - Of course,

but wouldn't you prefer a game?

No, it's that...

Dr. Gonzalo, can you help me?

Me? With what?

Well, that family you spoke about,

those cousins of yours in Colombia...

Yes, what about them?

They have factories, businesses, mines,

they must need an engineer.

What for?

In those countries they need educated people.

Well now boy, what are you trying to tell me?

Fresh news gentlemen,

the game draws to a close for the killer, as Mr. Emerson would say.

There's a picture there of the strangler done from the watchman's description.

Monica!

- What do you want? - Where's Monica?

Monica is working, son.

You have to help me Monica, you have to help me,

you said you'd run away with me.

Calm down Julio, of course I'll go with you.

No, you won't come.

You're like all of them, you want to trick me.

Don't be crazy, why would I trick you?

I love you and I'll do what you say.

You'll come with me?

I'll go wherever you want, don't worry.

Listen Julio, you have no reason to worry, you have me.

We'll leave, away, far away.

Yes, of course,

far away from here,

wherever you want my love.

- You gave me quite a scare son. - Forgive me ma'am

I ironed your shirt and I was fixing this.

I'm sorry to be a bother.

It's no bother, it's a pleasure.

I love having guests as clean and well educated as yourself.

If you knew what we have to endure in this business.

Look at poor Theresa. Who would have imagined?

Anyway son, that's life, everything's a worry.

If you're not too busy I'd like to talk a bit, could we?

As you wish.

You see, I work so much,

worrying all day about how this business is going,

and to look after you well.

And then there's Monica,

you don't know how much work a daughter is.

Monica is still a girl.

It's been so much work to bring her up.

Just look. I became a widow very young with a babe in arms,

she's the only thing I have in the world, her.

You shouldn't worry about Monica,

- she knows how to take care of herself. - That's exactly what worries me most,

her independence.

She doesn't need me like before,

and I'm going to be left alone.

You don't know how frightening loneliness is.

Of course I know.

No,

you're still young.

I'm young too,

though a daughter like Monica ages one before their time.

Don't you understand? All of a sudden everything hits you,

the children grow up and you're left alone, completely alone,

I don't want this to happen to me, you know?

Come, don't be a child.

Help! Help!

It's the killer!

I think it was around here, Mr. Enrique.

Do you think my son is...?

- Is the owner here? - What do you want?

Please, it's very urgent, we need to talk to the owner.

Yes, yes. One moment.

Are you the owner of the hostel?

I'm a private detective, Julio's father.

He tried to kill me! He pulled out a wire!

Alright, you know what you have to do.

Yes?

Hello Julio.

Yes, of course you woke us up, along with everyone else

I'm very sorry.

It doesn't matter.

It's him, he wants to speak to Monica.

Call her, but don't put her on until we've left.

Let's go.

- Listen, can I- - No, leave it to us,

the girl will take us to where he is. Please.

Julio.

I couldn't call you sooner,

forgive me.

Don't worry.

Yes

Yes.

I know.

Alright.

Very well.

Why did you run away again?

Everyone was there, your father...

My father?

What? Did you see him?

He showed up at the hostel, I don't know how.

But what did he say? What did my father say?

I don't know, it was all very confusing.

He spoke to me, he was desperate.

What did he think of me? Does he know?

He just said he needed to find you.

No, not now,

I don't want him to see me like this,

that he thinks...

- What did you do Julio? - Nothing, I haven't done anything,

- or are you going to hound me too? - No Julio, please, trust me,

tell me everything. Are you sick?

Yes, like that, cry my love, don't worry about anything

I'm with you.

And you can tell me anything.

- Please, let me in! - Please ma'am.

- Let me in, my daughter's in danger! - Calm down, calm down.

He has my daughter Monica, he could kill her!

Please, get into the car.

Be very careful.

He wanted to kill me.

Be careful.

Translation Turdis June 2010