Original subtitles

The remastered version of Deep Crimson, director's cut

is part of the Mexican film preservation project

by Cineteca Nacional, IMCINE and Estudios Churubusco.

The image digitalization was done in Estudios Churubusco,

using the 35mm negative on an acetate base.

The Cineteca's digital restoration lab digitized the sound,

based on the 35mm optic negative on an acetate base.

Both film materials

have been preserved by the IMCINE Collection.

This version was done by

the Cineteca National's Digital Restoration Laboratory.

198,334 frames were restored.

DEEP CRIMSON

Charles Boyer.

Teresa! Carlos!

-Hurry up. I'm late to the hospital. -Wait, Mom.

Let's go!

INJECTIONS GIVEN FROM 7:00 TO 10:00 P.M.

Did you read about the Charles Boyer and Hedy Lamarr contest?

As if we would believe them.

His true love is a French girl far more beautiful than Hedy,

more carnal.

He's a carnal man.

Lamarr is just cute,

no sensuality at all, Don Dimas.

Unlike me.

You get it, old rascal?

Look here.

Coralito!

Button up your uniform.

| and Don Dimas...

Fat pig. Disgusting pig.

What did you say, little brat?

Yes, I'm fat from looking after you.

Fed up too. So take your bath and make it snappy.

Bathe with your brother because I'm very busy with Don Dimas.

-Together? -Together.

Boys and girls don't bathe together.

In this house they do.

Because it's late, I'm a nervous wreck, and because | say so.

| can't believe it.

Wasting my time. I'm too busy supporting both of you.

Ouch, Coralito!

Don't, Coralito!

Take it easy. Don't make me mad.

Easy, easy.

| saw you. You have no shame.

You're hurting my father. This is too much.

| couldn't find the vein.

| swear, I'll tell the neighborhood. I've got friends.

Let's go, Dad.

| didn't hurt him.

It was just a little jab.

Stinking whore. Stinking old witch.

Now what?

It's my braids. | can't undo them myself.

Now go to bed.

What about dinner?

Not tonight.

So you don't get fat like me.

| won't stand for any accidents.

Don't even breathe.

I'm sorry. Some days I'm like this.

I'm sorry.

Sweetheart.

Good night, Mommy.

"Spanish gentleman.

| bear a certain resemblance to Charles Boyer.

Seeking woman to share feelings.

Anxiously waiting."

He wants a picture, but doesn't specify looks or weight,

nothing at all.

Why not?

What can | lose?

Maybe I'll end up with a Spaniard who looks like Charles Boyer.

Dear...

Mr. Estrella.

| enclose

my picture...

Skinny, skinny, skinny.

And | hope...

that our meeting...

will take place...

as soon as possible.

| am very romantic...

by nature.

| like...

rainy...

afternoons...

and...

romantic novels.

I, like you, love movies and dancing under the moonlight.

So | invite you to my house

with no other intention than a visit conducted

with decency and decorum.

I'm also counting the minutes and the seconds

until we meet.

| know. I've got it.

You will say that the pictures are always false.

Like the one you sent me for our wedding.

But this one's barely two years old, so she's still young.

Then you'd say, "Something smells fishy there."

And I'd respond:

"My love, please excuse my poor manners,

but your inheritance was far more paltry than you boasted in life.”

It's been months now

since we, or rather |, had a profitable job.

Therefore, Fabre.

A B,CD,E,F.

Fabre, Coral.

Address. Here it is.

Here it is.

Yes,

you're right.

It's too syrupy.

The worst amongst all the Lonely Hearts Club.

But nobody can be blamed for their name.

Parents give them that.

And, as you know,

in affairs of the heart,

it's all method.

Method, not hunches.

Anyway, if this deal doesn't pay off,

I'll find a way to cash in the ticket there.

-Nicolas Estrella. -Coral Fabre.

Come in.

Medias de Seda.

They say it's a woman's drink, maybe ‘cause it's sweet.

You'll think | should avoid sweets.

I'm a bit overweight now, but that's only temporary.

I'm lazy.

But when | make up my mind, | lose weight.

How lucky to be able to control your body like that.

You didn't mention your adorable children.

They're so good and well-behaved that | forget they exist.

Of course.

And you support them?

I'm a nurse in the terminal ward, that kind of stuff.

| was even in charge of the morgue. | embalmed cadavers.

| see.

Now | see patients here. Would you like some?

No, thank you.

| shouldn't bore you.

No, it's fascinating to hear you talk.

Could you turn that down?

| suffer from migraines.

At the moment, I'm having a terrible one.

So | trust you'll excuse the brevity of this visit.

Later, through written missives, our souls will get to know one another.

Missives?

It leads to spiritual dialogue.

It's because of my breath.

Your breath?

You must have smelled me. It's not my fault.

| use clove breath mints. | gargle.

These odors come from working with formaldehyde at the morgue.

They're my body odors.

Who cares about body odor?

A woman should be seeped in her juices

if you'll forgive my directness.

Forgive you?

Only a gentleman speaks like that.

| must go. It's going to rain.

Never be ashamed of your body.

The body is the temple God made for love.

It was an accident.

I'll save the pieces.

They'll be a souvenir of the Spanish gentleman.

It was an accident. Forgive me.

It doesn't matter. It's everywhere. It's the latest hit.

I'll get it again.

Who is it?

Who is it?

You're back.

And I'm such a mess, don't look at me. | didn't think you'd return.

| couldn't break your record just like that.

In Spain,

Quixote taught us to look upon our Dulcineas with the eyes of the soul,

regardless of their appearance.

I've never belonged to a gentleman.

Do it to me.

Just like that. As a favor.

Come on.

Was it out of pity?

It doesn't matter. This is my night.

Nobody can take it from me.

It was like making love to Charles Boyer.

Exactly the same.

I've never known a woman like this.

Flesh and scent.

Flesh and scent for me alone.

You have the body of an ancient goddess.

Never be ashamed of it.

Now let's sleep.

Damn! At this hour?

Nico.

Remember me?

It's Coral.

You must think the worst of me, and you have every right,

but | assure you, it was only a loan.

It's natural in an intimate relationship such as ours.

The money?

| saw you robbing me.

Maybe you were charging me for excess fat.

The rate of my excess weight.

They're all right.

They're almost dry now. Like little animals, poor things.

They're soaked.

It's thoughtless to go out with children in such a night.

| came to stay with you.

We're made for each other.

You saw that yourself.

You'll be the kids' dad. You'll see.

Stay?

Are you serious?

You're mad. Mad as a hatter.

Fate brought us together.

Destiny and fate. You said so yourself.

No, you can't just take these things lightly.

You have children. You owe yourself to them.

You must take care of them.

You're their mother. They're your main duty.

They come after you.

| know it as well as you do.

Coral, our destiny is terrible.

| can't have you here with your children. Look where | live.

It's too small for a family.

| can't offer you the lives you deserve. It's too bad.

I'd work.

We could rent something else. I'd work for both, for all.

-1 swear, | promise. -That's not how things work.

| can't allow a woman to support me.

Much less take care for another man's kids.

| have my honor, especially being Spanish.

It's just because of my children?

It's our destiny to meet,

then separate and hold on to the memory,

a velvet memory.

Can | stay tonight?

It's raining.

Just tonight.

Make yourselves as comfortable as you can.

After all, you're dealing with a gentleman.

As a gentleman, you can't keep them,

but as a gentleman you can take them in?

See you tomorrow.

Until destiny reunites us.

ST. TERESA'S ORPHANAGE

Don't leave us. We won't make any noise.

We'll be quiet all day long.

No, you'll get in the way.

Do as | told you.

You don't know my name, where you live, absolutely nothing.

| have to do it.

It's for your own good.

Someone will adopt you, and give you a big house

and toys and a plastic doll for you.

In the letter, | ask them not to separate you. It's for the best.

I'm not worthy of you.

Promise you won't remember me.

You have to be sensible.

You must learn to watch over your heart.

Be brave, my little girl.

Mommy!

| said be brave, damn it!

What are you doing here?

We agreed you'd leave.

| explained my reasons.

Not anymore. Everything's changed.

You lost your reasons.

| got rid of them.

| gave my children away.

That makes everything easier.

I'm not a good mother.

I'm a better lover, right?

You did what? You gave them away?

Now nothing can separate us.

Bitch! You were going through my things.

You're insane!

You give away your kids and spy on me. Mad!

I'm mad but not stupid.

You live by extorting money from women.

| wasn't the first to write you. I'm no spring chicken.

You're not even from Spain. You fake it.

| don't extort anyone.

| help single women overcome their loneliness.

| was born in Spain, but grew up here. | came here as a young boy.

| use a Spanish accent because they like it.

It tickles their fancy.

| help them.

| fulfill their dreams.

Some are generous with me.

Receiving gifts is no crime.

You force them to be generous.

Like Angela, your wife.

She was so generous, it cost her her life.

What are you saying? What the hell are you saying?

A nurse knows that with insulin you can cause a diabetic coma.

| found forged insulin prescriptions

and the death certificate, the whole thing.

But I'm the only one who knows.

And if you let me stay here, I'll continue to be the only one.

| just want to be with you.

Here, together, with you forever.

If you throw me out, I'd rather die. I'll kill myself.

And if | kill myself, what will you do? They'll discover everything.

You won't even be able to remove my body. I'm too fat.

The police will come and find me, your letters, and everything.

Kill yourself here?

Here, for you.

You want to stay here?

Knowing everything?

Really?

Yes, to take care of you.

I'll look after things, | swear.

You'll go on with your business, and I'll pretend to be your sister.

You were going to kill yourself for me?

For me?

I'll make the business respectable.

I'll select the prospects.

I'll never betray you.

You've cost me so much already.

You cost me my children.

That's my best guarantee.

I've already started working.

When | went to town,

| took the chance to post a letter announcing your arrival.

Take my knife. It's yours.

I'm giving you my knife and my life.

You left your kids for me?

For me?

Nobody's ever...

Nobody's ever done anything like that for me.

In your letters, you never mentioned you were from Spain.

We all inhabit our heart's country.

-Borders don't-- -You hid that for some reason.

Lately, all the Spaniards around here

are pinkos, communists.

Needy people, unemployed, defeated,

without a family or references.

| must protect my reputation.

Get me some letters, bank references, work papers,

and then we'll talk.

Two, please.

Look.

All of her life savings.

Her dry, skinny life.

Thank you.

Fate really did bring us together.

That or the devil himself.

How could | ever live without you?

You weren't living. You were waiting for me.

The next one is a widow.

Better. Old maids are sharp-eyed and wary.

Juanita Norton.

Don't put that in your mouth.

Each of us has our own flavor.

Why would she arrange to meet here?

It's such a strange, forbidding place.

She must be discreet.

Coral, my sister. She comes along--

I'm late. They didn't want me to use the car and suspected I'd come here.

But | got away. Even if they suspect me, | always get away.

You can't go out?

To chat with a friend?

To share one's feelings is a beautiful thing.

You have an accent!

| couldn't tell from your letters.

An accent.

You have no idea how much | like you speaking as a Sevillian.

Keep talking.

You're wearing the hat from your picture.

Who wouldn't let you come here?

Bring some Cubas Libres.

Beer is for truckers, right?

Cubas Libres...

loosens the tongue,

the soul, the body.

If Osvaldo knew | ran off to meet a Sevillian,

a pure-blooded gypsy, he'd die.

But he'd kill me first.

I'm no gypsy. I'm Spanish, from Huesca. Upstanding people.

Almost the same thing, right?

Plenty of rum.

And don't try anything clever.

Sometimes they pour only a few drops

and it has no taste at all.

Osvaldo doesn't like rum. He's a beer drunk.

Nothing but beer.

With his beer belly, droopy, round and disgusting.

I'm going to toast my friend.

My new friend.

"Friendcito," as Norton would say.

And his sister,

our dear sister.

Today the check and the party

are on Norton and me.

| don't understand why we have to meet here.

Because it's the only place Osvaldo won't look for or find me.

My husband.

Osvaldo is my husband.

You said you were a widow.

| am a widow.

The widow of a real man.

| get together with Osvaldo. | copulate with him.

I'm his concubine.

After Norton, | can't remarry, much less to anyone like Osvaldo.

He's the jealous kind. Deadly jealous.

What he does is lock me up.

He guards me, snoops on me.

Don't you just hate men who guard you, ma'am?

Sometimes.

Men always guard me.

Osvaldo too.

Still, guard as he may, he knows I'll always be "The Widow."

That's what they call me in Laguna. That gringo Norton's widow.

He was a gentleman. Fair-haired, tall, silent.

One of those men who open car doors

and light your cigarettes.

You know the kind.

| never once heard him burp.

Really, never.

Don't you hate this light?

For women my age...

this light is kinder.

It hides the passing of time.

You don't need filters.

You're full-bodied. You can face the light of day.

Whereas I'm past my prime.

Osvaldo says...

| refuse to let time pass.

That | live in a fantasy, and | tell him:

"Yes, that's all | have left."

| never had children

or a family.

Nothing at all.

| have my fantasy.

And it's mine.

All mine.

Osvaldo, my husband, keeps saying:

"Norton, that poor devil," my other husband,

"He was too penniless for a burial and now he's dead."

But we all remember him, there must be a reason, right?

Penniless? In your letter, you said he had means.

-You said-- -| said, | said.

| always say too much.

Norton was rich, but only in spirit.

It was all here, like me.

Like me, I'll only be rich when Osvaldo dies.

You know how much he gives me each month?

Nothing.

Not a crumb.

He settles the household expenses with the maid.

He incarcerates your sensuality in a prison of poverty.

An old, ignorant, macho tactic.

He's starving me, killing me with boredom, confinement, asphyxia.

He's holding me prisoner.

Nobody can imprison you. He can never deny your freedom.

It's yours.

Freedom to do what, to go where?

Leave Osvaldo and his miserable pennies? How?

I'm just a stale woman.

Overcooked in makeup and dying of boredom.

That's my diagnosis.

| annoy you, don't 1? | annoy everyone. Even myself.

I'm old and ridiculous.

| was born corny. | didn't choose it.

Is that so?

Wanting to breathe is not corny.

Wanting to take charge of your freedom.

Strip away your fears.

Come with us. Take all the money that belongs to you.

What money?

The change the maid leaves in the cookie jar for cigarettes?

He only gives me gas money.

My wings.

The wings of a caged bird, my little luxury.

Leave him.

Come with me.

You think | can?

I'm old...

and a woman my age without a man to keep her is nothing.

Nothing. Shit. Zip.

I'm no dope.

Every morning, | wake up gripped by fear.

Fear of growing old.

There's no way to stop it. That clock keeps ticking.

Let's talk about something else.

Or shall we dance? Come on.

You want more? Juanita will give you more.

They're yours.

And if your sister doesn't mind,

soon I'll give them to you when we're alone together.

These places always have rats.

These dumps are full of rats.

Rats.

We are two.

-Now. -Now? Are you crazy?

Here and now, just like with her.

Here.

No, it's not nothing.

| always drink and nothing.

It's different today.

Maybe it's because I'm in those days.

You know, female days.

You're more sensitive on these days

and the body suffers from it.

Drink and the illness will pass, easy as pie.

I'm a nurse. Certified and everything.

And a nurse is always prepared.

Drink, drink. Drink.

She had too many Cubas Libres.

Here, drink.

You can't vomit now, you'd throw up my medication.

You must hold it back.

Hold it back.

No, | won't vomit, | can take it.

My fur, my fur.

Let's go. Let's go.

| don't want to.

Where are we going?

| don't want to.

Osvaldo.

Sit down.

| don't want to, don't want to.

| don't want Osvaldo to see me drunk.

Quiet, lady. You're going home.

| don't want to. I'm scared.

Be careful not to vomit. You don't want them to see you're drunk.

My overcoat. It's almost new.

| don't want to.

I'm going to vomit.

What did you give her? Why did you do it?

For you.

Of course. For me.

And you'll take care of me all of my life.

| know.

Ma'am.

Wake up, Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Shit.

Shit! Shit!

My hairpiece. The only one | brought.

It's ruined. Torn, like me.

It's my undoing. It's a fucking rag.

Fucking luck.

It was natural hair.

It's God's fucking fault. He hates me.

Don't talk that way.

| can't live without it. | need it.

I'm a monster.

Don't look at me. Close your eyes!

Can't you see I'm a freak?

It's my secret.

Nobody knows I'm deformed.

| live off my looks.

All because of these migraines. They make me lose my grip.

What do the doctors say?

Nerves, they say. Easy for them to say.

"Just hang on. It'll go away."

| try and try, and nothing.

| don't need your pity.

I'll never pity you.

There, there.

You got jealous. A fatso's jealousy!

That's why you did it.

And now...

| have your pity.

A fatso's pity.

| don't need your pity. | need my hairpiece.

This is a barbershop for men, ma'am.

| don't care.

As you wish.

-How do you want it cut? -Here.

It'll be too short.

You're a bit overweight,

it won't suit you.

Cut here.

All right, then.

-I'll mop it later. -Don't touch them, they're mine.

The embalmer at the morgue taught me.

"You never know when it might come in handy."

And it did. Cute, don't you think?

| said | didn't want your pity.

What pity?

You need to attract.

You're our livelihood.

Our bread and butter.

At the cost of your own hair?

At your own expense?

No, crazy girl.

Crazy little Coral.

It'll grow back in a flash.

We need you looking handsome.

Look.

It's perfect.

It kind of looks French.

Just like Charles Boyer.

No woman will be able to resist you.

Are you sure this one is our best choice?

I'm sure. She's a homey little widow living on her own.

From Cantimpalo, Soria.

I'm not sure about it. She's somebody's mother.

We're all somebody's mother.

She contacted you because you're Spanish and Catholic,

and | helped you.

Priests make me squeamish. Besides, | don't know any prayers.

If she's Spanish, she'll notice my accent. | won't be able to fake it.

Sure you can. It's just about rearranging our story. I'll do it.

Irene!

| told you, she's a family woman, not a slut.

| don't know if she'll bite.

She'll bite.

Let's go to the hotel and tomorrow: Wham!

I'm an idiot.

You can only smell my bad luck on me.

Come on, let's go.

What are you doing, you loon? With a spoon?

No. No. Of course not.

| saw you. You were trying to vomit.

Answer me.

Can't you see you're harming yourself?

| wish | would harm myself. | wish.

Bad breath and also fat,

obese, thick, tubby.

You know what | did with the chocolates, | ate them all.

Just me and no one else. Look, they're all gone.

It's not your fault. | gave them to you...

I'm fat and stinky.

| don't eat, | devour. | know | disgust you.

Coral, what are you saying?

You're going to leave me.

You brought out the dead woman's portrait.

You talked to her, you hid it.

Coral, it's habit, it's nothing, an obsession.

And leave you? Why the hell would | leave you?

We have a good time, we laugh.

Why the hell would | have a good time?

| sent my kids to the orphanage.

Teresa didn't want to.

She asked me, begged me.

Now | "have a good time." God was brutal with me, right?

He made me fat, stinky, and now childless, bereft.

God collects, it is known. He's an asshole.

No. I'm with you.

| take care of you, you're my princess.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

| bought it in the drugstore.

An oral novelty, a true revolution.

Like this.

Flesh and scent.

My flesh...

and my scent.

I'll finish this and then we'll go.

My mother taught me.

We'd sit on the patio where we talked and knitted.

"Ladies' afternoons," my father would grumble.

He wanted me to be a real man.

If he could only see me now. Living off women.

A real man.

You don't know how it hurts me to see you with other women,

to see you touch them.

To see and endure it.

Coral, you're the air | breathe,

my strength, my everything.

I'll never touch a woman.

They're just a job. Sweat.

I'll seduce them

with words alone, sweet talk,

and the odd kiss.

But never sex.

Nothing that would hurt you.

| swear.

| swear, Coral.

Come in.

-Do you have any bags? -We left them in the car.

I'm Coral, Nico's younger sister.

You weren't expecting me?

| thought you were practically a child.

You look older.

I've always looked older.

And without a Spanish accent. The lisp, as they say.

My good ear, perhaps?

Coral arrived as a child, like me. We adapted to local customs.

One can lose the accent...

but the heart remains in Spain.

One never loses that.

Never.

We are born with Don Quixote inside.

And there he shall remain.

This way.

This is Mrs. Silberman.

A pleasure.

Coral. Such an odd name.

Is it a Christian name?

| haven't had the pleasure to visit your province. Soria?

Segovia.

My mother was born in Cantimpalo.

Excellent chorizo.

And you? The two of you?

I'm from Oviedo.

| am too.

Naturally, like good siblings.

How long will you be here?

As long as necessary to initiate our work.

Our children await us, and we mustn't let them down.

They're with "Helping Hand."

They've come to Latin America to do missionary work.

| thought these lands were already Christian.

You thought both correctly and incorrectly.

It's the Lord's most faithful flock, but Luther's minions are a threat.

We bring food, comfort, and such things

to the poor in the continent.

The last time your countrymen came to bring aid to this continent,

they left a slew of dead Indians.

Baptized, of course.

No, that's the dark legend spread by England

to discredit Spain.

You're not from around here.

| wasn't born here.

| chose to be here. And here | am.

Just as screwed up as everyone else here. | chose that.

Mrs. Silberman lives next door, but she's not from here.

She's made that quite clear.

And what will your Spanish ministers do with your collections?

There you go again.

Ma'am, we don't take money from here.

On the contrary, we bring it, believe it or not.

| believe you, | do. | believe every word.

That you're both ministers, that you bring money. All of it.

I'm feeling gullible today.

| even believe you're really from Spain.

What don't you believe about us?

I'm an atheist and an anarchist,

a professional disbeliever.

But don't mind me. It may just be an old woman's raving.

Yes, she is an atheist, an anarchist, and all that.

And she was just leaving, right?

Excuse me.

All right, Sara, see you tomorrow.

Be careful. They're phonies.

Don't butt in. | didn't ask for advice.

I'm giving it to you anyway.

All our fussing and fighting must have endeared you to me.

| don't believe a thing about them.

You're a heartfelt disbeliever, aren't you?

And you're mistaken.

Remember:

"Blessed are those who believe, for they will see the Lord.”

-Saint Luke? -No.

Irene Gallardo. Me.

Forgive her. She's so thoughtless.

She was just raised differently.

She's Jewish, but you can hardly tell.

Father Matthew told me not to break off my friendship with her.

Tequila?

Father Matthew says she strengthens my faith.

| think we should thank the Lord for this happy gathering.

To heaven, to heaven

To heaven | yearn to go

To heaven, to heaven

To heaven | yearn to go

If you want to go to heaven

To there receive your palm

You must in body and soul

Love and serve God

And when your children left, why did you stay?

Would you believe | don't have an answer?

Sometimes | tell myself, "Go be with your own."

That's why when | read you were Spanish, | decided to write.

| thought, "He's a fellow countryman.”

| mean, | don't write things like that every day.

Here | am all alone,

alone with my soul.

With just one person.

Mrs. Silberman.

My only friend in life.

And the works of charity.

And the works of charity.

Our works of charity.

Our works of charity.

-Shall we sing? -Yes.

But no more sadness.

Christ wants missionaries jubilant in his divine grace.

Of course.

Let's see if | remember.

Let us sing to...

-Sorry. -You sing too, Coral.

No.

The one you like, "l love to Yodel.”

| said no.

Leave her alone. Let her sulk.

If you wish to go to heaven To receive the palm

You must in body and soul Love and serve God

If you wish to go to heaven Avoid false swearing

The bitch separated us on purpose. Aren't we brother and sister?

Yes, but brothers and sisters don't sleep in the same bed.

Suppose you told her that's what they do in Mexico, and ole.

She'll hear you, and olé, ole.

Let her. I'm sick of her. Kiss me.

No, not here.

Where else? In hell?

Here and in hell.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

| lost my robe, and this was all | could find.

I'd lend you one of mine.

And if it doesn't fit, well, | don't know. A bed sheet?

A tablecloth.

Like this.

You'll catch a chill.

| won't catch a chill. I'm perfectly healthy.

| can tell.

Coffee?

Yes, please.

The lady and | were discussing the Crusades.

I've almost convinced her to join our cause for Christ.

What's the point of wasting a life,

bored to death inside these four walls?

You two, on the other hand, are so full of plans and projects.

Yes. Magnificent.

Magnificent, isn't it?

Coral, after mass,

why don't you take care of that business at the post office?

I'll stay here. We'll knit and keep each other company.

All right. Excuse me.

Sorry, lady. | have to close.

It's very late.

...hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day...

our daily bread...

and forgive us our trespasses...

My God, it's so dark.

Irene and | have been talking, and...

Oh, Irene?

Yes, Irene and |. She's coming with us.

She's joining the cause of Christ.

Oh, no, no.

We're going to get married.

Really?

Thank God.

Are you sure?

God bless you both.

Have you called on the priest?

We were about to, but...

| don't want Father Matteo.

My God, why not?

Well, because...

I'm too embarrassed.

Leave that to me.

First thing tomorrow morning, I'll take care of it.

And now let's celebrate.

Relax, you know you're doing good.

Besides, our Lord can see you.

Here you go.

I've never done anything I'd be ashamed of.

But to leave like this...

What about my family?

We'll take care of them. You'll see how we'll remedy that.

| don't know if it counts in a cemetery.

Cemeteries are sacred ground.

Maybe those next to a church, but this is just a barren hilltop.

God is everywhere. Besides, the dead are sacred.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

And so, before God almighty,

we consecrate ourselves as husband and wife

in sickness and in health,

in joy and sadness

until death do us part

forever and ever.

Do you have any rooms?

Sure, park your car by those bungalows.

These are your rooms.

Sorry about their condition, but we're remodeling.

-Good night. -Thank you.

-Irene. -What?

Come.

It's time to sleep. We have to get up early.

Now what?

We were consecrated in the cemetery.

In certain cases, the church accepts marriages without a priest.

But he's over there, and I'm here.

The church and the law of God are not everything.

What about your papers? And your reputation?

Reputation? Nobody knows us here, what does it matter?

What does it matter? It matters!

I'm a woman of dignity and honor.

| wasn't about to take a motel room with a couple of adulterers.

Adulterers cheat on their spouses.

Nicolas and | are widowers. We're not cheating on anyone.

We're married.

Married in an emergency rite, but married nevertheless.

We have the right.

Canon law.

What's the matter?

Go back to your room. You'll catch pneumonia.

This is a construction site. Look at this dirt.

No, it's the same over there.

Go back. Someone will see you.

-That's what that witch says. -Who?

Your sister.

She shouted and shook me.

She called me an adulteress, and I'm a widow.

Anyway, she's not like you.

You're refined and elegant.

And she stinks. | can't sleep.

It's as if there's something dead in her mouth.

You and | were consecrated in the church.

It wasn't exactly a church.

You said cemeteries are sacred ground.

Yes, but I've thought it over. What if it's a sin?

| mustn't force you to sin.

You're a pure woman.

No, I'm not a pure woman.

I'm a widow.

I've known marriage. I've had children.

Anyway, | don't want to be pure. Not anymore.

| couldn’t be disrespectful to you or my sister.

Your sister.

It's you and | who matter.

Come to me.

For too long my bed has seemed too wide.

Now God is uniting us.

How can that not be good?

"Let your wine spill into my chalice.”

Song of Songs, verse 23.

No, | can't. It's not right.

You're a decent woman.

I'm your flesh,

your wife.

One soul and one flesh.

What the hell is going on here?

What's this madwoman doing?

We're husband and wife. We have a right to be alone.

Throw her out. She's just a fat, bitter woman without a man.

Without a man?

You old slut. If you only knew this man is mine.

The man you think is yours is mine.

My flesh is his flesh.

He's my man, only mine. All mine.

Swine, get your hand out of there!

God in heaven won't forgive you!

That's incest!

You pig. Even savages don't do that.

Not even African savages.

You sow! Sow!

Dear God, forgive them! Forgive them!

Sinful pig!

Our Father, who art in heaven, forgive them, Lord.

Shut her up. Shut her up, Coral. They'll hear us.

| can't stand it.

I'm the sacrificial offering.

The Lamb of God.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Forgive them, Lord. Forgive them.

What did you do?

You're crazy.

We can't leave her alive.

You have to hold her there.

She must be kept upright until rigor mortis sets in.

She slipped away.

-1 mean, it's not my fault. -l mean” nothing.

If she doesn't stay sitting down, we'll have to break her legs

with the iron pipe and that will be noisy.

Don't worry,

I'll handle it.

What if they realize the shovel is missing?

They'll think it was stolen.

Anyway, that's better than "believing” they've found a body.

In the morgue, | learned how to touch them up a little.

| made them as cute as dolls.

As if they were napping.

Look at her.

She's better-looking now than when she was alive.

They'll notice by daylight and if they do, they'll find us out.

You want to slip away at night like murderers?

For God's sake, no. Not murderers.

What are we, then?

We might just as well watch over her and keep her company.

She could use it.

-Thank you. -You're welcome. Have a good trip.

Here's your coffee, sir.

What? You see me eat and you must say:

"Fat and with a man that looks like Charles Boyer."

He's mine. Fat and all he's mine. Stare all you want, he's mine.

No scenes!

Get in. We're leaving.

What's wrong with you?

-You want to stand out? -I'm scared.

Scared?

You said yourself she was impossible to find.

No one will find the body.

It's lost.

Lost in lost land.

No, not that. It's in the past.

Scared that you'll leave with some woman, like that. | saw you.

Here you go again.

Yes, here | go. You don't like it?

Find another woman who'll cure your headaches

and arrange your freeloading dates.

Sponger. Poofy Nico Estrella.

Poofy queer, cries like a girl.

No, Nico, don't go. Don't go.

Look, | calmed down. I'm relaxed. | calmed down.

Let your whore of a mother put up with you.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Sometimes | remember my kids and it hurts. It hurts.

Why did you leave them?

To come with you.

Now I'm afraid. | was so sad and stupid.

| calmed down.

Get in.

-Good evening. -Evening.

You have flowers?

No.

You don't have flowers?

No, nothing.

What kind of gifts do you have?

Like chocolate, bonbons.

You can't go to a date empty-handed.

Here you can.

What do you have?

-What you see. -This.

Mackerel?

Why not? She'll be used to it.

Life is tough here,

tough and boring.

Who's the next date?

Another widow.

San Pedro, or something like that.

From her handwriting, she seems like an older woman.

She has an automobile business, and you'll run it for her.

Me?

Like this?

Or like this?

This way | can cook without hair in my face.

After all, who am | trying to impress?

Business is business.

All right,

like this.

Just for today.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

Mrs. Rebeca San Pedro?

Nicolas Estrella?

Spanish cooking, just like back home.

Home cooking.

My husband taught me.

He knew about everything. He was interested in everything.

He did everything well.

From him, | learned a woman needs a strong man.

A gentleman.

You must miss him.

More than you imagine.

No, let me.

| wanted to help before | went to bed.

I'm tired

and you must have so much to talk about.

Not at all.

Nothing by ourselves.

| have one business and you...

You have another one.

Business?

Is that what affairs of the heart are called these days?

-Ma'am-- -That's what | call them.

| contacted you because | need a man.

-All women need a-- -No.

Not like you think.

You said you were skilled in mechanics.

He was a mechanic in Spain for many years.

If you don't want a man, what do you want?

| need someone to run the shop.

Someone to look after my daughter.

Someone to stand up for me in town.

You don't know what it's like to live in a shabby town. A backwater.

To be a young widow and have all the men stare at you.

You don't know.

No, | don't.

You want an employee?

How would | pay an employee?

I'll barely get by until | pay off my loan.

Before he died, he bought 100 acres.

Good acres, not wasteland like this.

Things will be different later.

But until then, it will be hard work.

Mediterranean men make good husbands. Old-fashioned, sympathetic.

| need to get to know you,

to see if you're one of those.

| propose we court for two months.

Then a wedding.

If that doesn't work out, I'll pay you as a mechanic.

You can stay with your sister in the house out back.

Do you remember her?

The dead woman?

Sometimes. And you?

Sometimes.

Best not to remember.

Good night.

Good night.

I'm not very familiar with these American models.

| work best with European cars.

It's only temporary lodgings.

| didn't know he'd bring his sister.

He does nothing without me. He adores me. As a sister, of course.

It was a Lonely Hearts column, so | assumed...

You're not the only one who needs to be careful.

Here. I'll bring you bed sheets later.

Come, Mercedes.

Hey, Rebeca. Let her stay a while.

Just a little while.

Until lunch.

Half an hour, Mercedes.

Come on, sweetheart.

I'll sing you my daughter Teresa's favorite song.

Look.

A pretty August afternoon

The light was very...

I'll never sing to you again.

Beat it. I'll never sing to you again.

Beat it, brat.

Brat.

Beat it.

You're awake?

So what? | always wake up while you snore.

| went over her accounts. She's lying.

And so are you.

She said this was a business affair.

It's not my fault. It's the only way | know how to work them.

And she's responding.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Coral. My dear Coral.

She's a slut.

You've seen her. She always starts it.

| don't know how to fix cars. All | know is this.

That's all. It's not my fault.

She pursued me, and she keeps pursuing me.

She's on the prowl, the floozy.

Let's find someone else.

Let's leave. | didn't pick her, you did.

You said she was a widow, old, ugly and rich.

| was wrong, you know?

| was wrong about everything except that she's rich.

She's loaded with cash.

But only in the long term. She has no liquidity.

| was wrong.

We'll stay for now and squeeze all the money we can from her.

It's my turn because she's a slut.

Of course. Because she's a slut, right?

Why do you play with the kid?

For God's sake. | just do.

Because I'm trying to win over the mother. Because she's a nice kid.

And mine? What about my kids?

They were nicer than that little brat.

My kids were nice kids.

And you threw them out. You made me do it.

Me?

You made me choose.

But you haven't told her to dump her kid.

No, you just get all silly playing around with her.

It's different. It's work!

With me, it's always different.

| left my children. They didn't want that.

They begged and cried, and | left them.

What's worse is, I'd do it again.

Eat.

Eat.

Eat.

Eat.

No one's forced to eat in this house.

Nobody.

Though it's plain to see you don't understand about eating.

She has to go.

She abuses my child. I've seen her.

Coral? My sister?

She has to go.

She's right.

Nobody falls in love with the sister-in-law at home.

I'll leave for a while.

| swear, | won't touch her.

| swear to you.

Don't you dare leave me. | don't know how to live without you.

It's been two months since you left,

and all | do is think of you.

Only you.

You're a part of everything | do.

We're accomplices.

Accomplices. The same flesh, the same blood.

Nothing can ever tear us apart.

Come back, damn it.

With this heat and your absence, my migraines have returned.

| discovered your secret.

-Thought you could fool me forever? -Give it to me!

Give it here, you whore!

Give it to me, you filthy slut!

You didn't want me to know you were bald?

Give it to me or I'll kill you.

You whore!

-You've ruined it! -No!

-I'll show you. -Let me go!

I'll teach you prudence.

-Prudence and decorum. -Let me go!

Laugh at your fucking mother and your shitty little brat!

Laugh at your husband, not me!

No floozy has yet been born who can ridicule me!

That'll teach you!

Learn what it's like to laugh at a man!

I'm a man of honor!

Go on, laugh at me, you little shit! Laugh your ass off!

What the hell does she know about honor?

Or pain?

She wants an abortion.

You swore you wouldn't touch her.

You swore.

You did.

You gave your word.

Punish me.

Go on. Step on me.

Step on me.

| betrayed you. | don't deserve you.

Step all over me. Step on me like a worm.

-I came to help you. -Wait for me outside.

Why do you want to help me?

You said it yourself. I'm a nurse.

Does it hurt?

What if it does?

Take these pills. Chew them up.

Why help me if you hate me?

It's Nico's child, right? You think I'd let you have it?

Calm down now.

Just a few more contractions.

You have to push and help me.

If you don't do that, we'll have to start again.

Do you want that? Do you?

Push. Push!

Push!

Push. Push!

Push.

Relax, relax. Calm down. It's grown-up business.

Did you find the dead man's signature?

No.

-Did you look in the bedroom? -Not yet.

| was waiting for you to finish, until it was all over.

Did you give her the anticoagulant?

Why do you think | bought it?

That's it.

She should have lost all the blood she needs to lose.

-Here it is. -What are you doing?

How dare you?

What do you want from me? What do you want?

What have you done to me? My God, what did you do to me?

Take everything. Leave me alone. Help! Help me! No!

No!

Stop her! Take charge!

Do what you have to do!

My daughter. Don't touch her, not her! No!

Take care of her! Promise me!

| promise you.

| promise.

No, not her. Leave her to me.

What for?

Leave her to me, her mother left her to me.

You promised the dead woman.

She'll be our daughter.

-No. -Our daughter.

So they'll catch us?

| left my children.

Let me fill that hole.

People are people. You can't fill those holes.

You'll see | can.

You look like my daughter Teresa,

so you'll be called that:

Teresa.

Come, Teresa, come to Mommy.

How come you don't like it now? Eat this, you little brat.

It's what mommies give their kids...

when they're scared. It's what all mommies do.

Eat it.

There's no way to calm her down.

There's only one thing left to do.

Only one thing and you know it.

No, not her.

She'll calm down.

The poor thing's just nervous. She saw it all.

She saw everything.

She'll forget it and calm down.

What will we do with her, then?

I'll give her a sedative. | know how.

I'll teach her. | know how.

What must be done...

must be done.

That's what you always say, isn't it?

No, not you. Me.

No.

Let me take charge for once.

Let me take care of you.

No, | know how.

| can do it better.

It was my fault, right?

| couldn't calm her down.

It was my fucking fault.

I'm her mom now, aren't I?

It's up to me.

What an ugly light.

My kids had a pink lamp

with little ducks around it.

Now you're mine.

The water is just warm enough, so your body can't feel it, Teresita.

At 73 degrees,

the body can't tell the difference between water and air.

You know what, my child? You're my little daughter.

You know what?

I'll lather you with soap and perfume.

A bath is a ritual.

There, there.

And rituals must be followed in every detail, my child.

Such a pretty doll I had

| lost her and cannot find her

Give her to me.

I'll take her to her mom. Give her to me.

We have to leave.

We have to go. They'll be coming for us.

She must rest with her mom.

I'm her mom. She has my heart-shaped mouth.

-Give her to me. -No, give her to me. She's mine.

| won't let you. Give her to me. She's mine.

Come.

Come on.

Come on. Sit down over here.

Why did we do it?

So she could be with her mother.

No, all of it. Why?

To be together.

You see, things like this join people together forever.

Yes, forever.

We're accomplices.

Eternal accomplices.

Nothing and nobody can separate us.

We're united in blood.

Yes.

United in blood and in death...

forever and ever.

Nothing could be better.

| have to do what | have to do.

Will you forgive me?

The bodies are here.

| buried them myself.

No, both of them.

Yes.

Irene Gallardo's body is on the Cananea Highway.

Coral.

Do I really have to take it off?

Yes.

The law says detainees may not possess

garments that could cast doubt upon their identity.

But I'd prefer to wear it.

What if the press shows up and...?

You probably think it's silly,

but I'd prefer they didn't see me without it.

You know how they try to make you look stupid and when they get here...

Right, there'll be lots of press tomorrow

and photographers too, all wanting to take your picture.

In your dreams, maybe.

The wig comes off.

That's the rule.

Come on. After all, rules are made to be broken, right?

Not this one.

Why not?

Just because. Anyway, what's the point?

What are you going to do to us?

What do you think, pal?

After all, where can | hold you? You tell me.

That fat woman is on hold at the school next door.

And that's only for now because today is Saturday.

Then where do | put her? In the church?

Here, | have her nearby, where | can keep an eye on her.

Then?

Then?

Her too?

Didn't she do the same things?

We don't have cells for broads around here.

Around here, women don't commit crimes.

When the time comes,

can | wear the wig?

| just wouldn't want her to see me without it.

Let's leave her with a different image, all right?

How long will you keep me here?

How would | know?

They just told me to clean up.

They said a prisoner was here in handcuffs and all.

Are you hungry? You can share my sandwich.

You noticed I'm a big eater.

Even in these final hours, | haven't lost my appetite.

What's going to happen to us?

How would | know?

| just mop up.

Yeah, what would you know?

You only do the chores.

You shared your sandwich out of sheer kindness.

Never share your food with a fat woman. I've just about finished the whole thing.

Nico!

Go down that path.

Let what will happen, happen. The sooner the better.

We can't run away from destiny.

You're applying the lynch law?

Wait... Wait a minute.

Give me a chance to tell my kids.

Just give me that chance. Have pity.

Pity? Imagine that.

Start running, fuckers.

It's bad enough that | let this monkey wear his wig.

Pity?

They're going to hunt us down like animals. Like beasts.

Coral, let them. Let them shoot you.

That way it won't hurt.

Easy, take it easy. It's coming.

It's coming, princess. We'll be together forever.

It's strange.

| think this is the happiest day of my life.

Let's go!

DEEP CRIMSON