All language subtitles for Edipo.Alcalde

OEDIPUS: THE MAYOR

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

No one can pass.

One moment, please.

- Good day, Mayor.
- Good day.

My commander didn't advise me
you were coming.

How many are you?

Three.

And five more reserves
back at the police station.

We have evacuated
this zone...

until peace talks
are finalized.

The way things are up there...

there aren't enough of you.

After this checkpoint...

you're on your own.

The government has
its reasons.

I know them well, sir.

My specific instructions
are to remain here...

outside the war zone,
and at your service...

in case of any emergency.

- Anything else for you, Mayor?
- No, thank you, Captain.

Good luck, Mayor.

You're going to need it.

Why are all these people
in the street so early?

It's been a while since anyone
has slept around here.

- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, sir.

What's happened here?

A terrible thing, sir.

They kidnaped Laius.

- Who?
- Laius, sir.

It's as if they kidnaped
God himself.

You're just in time...

to merge your destiny
with ours.

The poor animal was
suffering so.

I suppose you're the messenger...

of divine providence.

Messenger, no senora.

More like a victim.

I just arrived, and
the first thing I learn is...

the awful news
about your husband.

It was his favorite horse.

It seems like Laius
tried to run away...

when the horse threw him.

May I ask you a few questions?

Of course.

They fell on him at dusk...

on his way back from
checking the corrals.

Without an escort, as usual.

He always said
he could defend himself.

And until today,
that seemed the case.

Have the kidnapers...

contacted you?

Any idea who they might be?

None at all.

Not even a premonition?

Do you believe in that?

One must believe
in everything...

or almost everything.

You're off to a bad start.

In this land of sorcerers,
one must doubt...

even the simplest of truths.

My mother told me that
from the day I was born.

- Your mother is from here?
- No.

I was born here.

What a pleasant surprise!

My father was a battalion
commander in the region.

During the times of Meneceo.

What is his name?

He was Matias Vizcaino,
a cavalry general.

I don't recall him.

I'd like to know who
does remember him.

He was a likeable man
with a large mustache.

Elegant and happy.

He wasn't tall, but he loved
to sing old songs...

in the deep voice of a giant.

Looking at you,
I can just imagine.

And your father never
returned to these parts?

No.

They transferred him
to an outlying post.

And he never again spoke
of the time he spent here.

My mother
never overcame her nostalgia.

And rightly so.

Meneceo was my father.

Those times will never return.

If your mother were
to see us now,

she'd be mortified.

I understand how you feel,
senora.

But I simply can't afford
the luxury of disillusion.

My mission is to bring peace
to these lands...

if only out of loyalty
to my mother.

You're not only handsome...
but a good son as well.

Sadly, I no longer have
reason to be one.

My mother also passed away.

I'm sorry.

Don't take me wrong.

I can't always manage
to control my impulses.

Where were we?

Of course
Any lead you can give us...

as to the kidnapers'
identity...

would be a great help.

We're totally in the dark.

Here criminals have no faces.

But everybody knows who
they are and where they are.

My brother Creon.

Your visit is most opportune,
Mayor.

What we all feared
has come to pass.

Tell the lady.

We looked all night,
house to house.

We made a careful sweep
and questioned everyone...

along the way.

We brought in some suspects;
we'll make them sing.

Look!

That is outside any law.

Private militias are a return
to the stone age.

These are not mercenaries
at the service...

of the landowners.
They don't wear masks...

nor do they leave graffiti
on the walls.

These are
government-authorized...

peasant self defense groups.

We have no dealings with
private militias...

if they even exist.

Much less with the guerrillas,
of course.

My duty is to disarm everyone,

and deliver them to justice.

You and your seven
scared-to-death guards?

You're a poet.

If the army can't
keep order here...

we will have to.

What alternative do we have?

Come to an agreement,
and lay down your arms.

Everyone knows
the guerrillas...

are the kidnapers...

the ones who ravage
the rich and poor...

and murder the innocents
whose bloated bodies...

wash down the river...

with vultures
perched upon them.

Let them disarm
then we'll talk.

That's exactly what they say.

I began long ago.

Look at me.

I'm not carrying
as much as a needle.

I've never fired a weapon
in my entire life...

and I hope I never do.

They make me sick.

You, however,
like all pacifists...

seem quite well armed.
Right?

This is more of a heirloom
which was my father's.

For God's sake, let's be happy,
even if it's only for a day.

Senora, Laius' peace
is too important...

to ignore.

Laius is old
and afraid of hell.

He seems unable to find
a way to die in innocence.

But your project is
no less suicidal.

Let's be serious, Mayor.

Do you think it
a coincidence they...

should kidnap Laius
just as you arrive?

Look, look!

Take him to his room.

Scrub him
with a loofah and lye.

Bathe him in his cologne.

Dress him
in his finest whites...

with his medals
and gold spurs.

Quick!
Before he begins to smell.

You chose an ill-fated day
to appear.

Those responsible will pay.

I promise you.

The grievous events
of recent days...

oblige us to reflect.

If in this prophetic hour
we act without common sense...

this crime will unleash
terrible consequences.

Laius was a sinner
like us all.

But he had just embraced
the cross of peace...

and we are obliged
to follow his example.

The Lord tells us...

This terror must end!

I call out to all the people
of this region...

to the violent
and their victims:

Let us end this sea of blood
which threatens...

to drown us all.

The Lord wants peace
in this land.

May He take pity on us...

and may the soul
of our brother Laius...

rest in His kingdom.

There will be no peace
until Laius is avenged.

Death to the murderers
of Laius!

How are you, Father?

Most lovely and timely
your mournful prayer.

What troubles me is that
you don't hide...

your sympathies.

You're wrong, I have none.

Here, nobody is innocent.

All these people, rich and
poor, have at least one weapon.

And despite my beliefs
and poor marksmanship...

I too keep a revolver
on my night table.

The right to life is sacred.

Take care, Father.

All the armed groups
say the same thing.

They are all right.

Everyone has their own truth.

Father, can we continue
to speak elsewhere?

I ask myself who would have
an interest...

in Laius' death.

Anyone.

His personal militia.

Any one of seven
guerrilla movements.

The thugs of the drug lords...

who finance everyone.

Or simply a rogue
band of peasant farmers.

But Laius wanted peace.

Because he no longer
had any need for war.

But he didn't even last
two months by his own devices.

Can we ride together?

Now without Laius,
where would you begin?

Who do you mistrust the least?

I'm suspicious of them all,

But at least the guerrillas...

sometimes come to confess.

They complain,
they ask favors...

but never anything concrete.

Help me to meet with them.
It would be great for peace.

What you want is a miracle.

No...

No, I wouldn't dare.

Sooner or later,
they'd kill me.

I'd live in terror.

You fake it well.

- Who would kill you?
- All of them.

That's the saddest part,
all of them.

The worst is I don't know what
to do, or who to petition.

God has been lost to me
amidst of all this confusion.

I must know everyone's truth.

You'll never know anyone's.

As of today, all
constitutional guarantees...

are reestablished.

The curfew is lifted.

The government is reaching out
to the violent...

so that you will
lay down your arms.

And those displaced by terror,
may return to their homes.

All who accept...

the generous amnesty
promoted by the government...

no matter what the charges
against you...

will receive
our help in kind...

so that you may
rejoin society.

Will Laius' murderers
also be pardoned?

This is the only exception.

Those guilty of
Laius' murder...

due to the unrepentant
nature of their crime...

will never be pardoned!

Please, fellas.

No peace effort can survive
a musical number like that.

Play something more lively!

Can I help you?

That's the way, Mayor.

What is it, sergeant?
Chin up, man!

Excuse me, Mayor but...

we've dismantled
this bulwark three times...

and each time we've had
to rebuild it in a hurry

Let me protect what's mine.

You can imagine,
with this brood.

O.K. We'll leave the bulwark
for two weeks.

Until you're convinced
you no longer need it.

MUNICIPAL JUDGE.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Do you live here?

I'm the court secretary.

Where is everyone?
What's happened here?

I'm the only one left.

They didn't even bother
to fire me.

What happened?

I don't know.

Those in the know say
the only one...

to be believed is Tiresias.

Speak with him.

But it may be better
that you don't find him.

There's no need to speak
with him to understand that...

every time the government
comes, this just gets worse.

Good day.

Nice work.

That's right.

I'm making your box.

Are you trying to say
you know something I don't.

I have nothing to do
with heaven's designs.

Laius often confided in you.

Only you understood his heart
and knew his enemies.

Who killed him?

One of his own blood.

Creon?

Someone...

who must have been
very dear to him.

Jocasta?

You're just guessing.

You know who it was because
you made Laius' coffin...

a month before
they killed him.

Well, now I'm making yours.

You're not only short of sight,
but of understanding as well.

The only blind one here
is you!

In spite of you
I'll find Laius' murderer...

and peace will rule
over this town.

And so it shall be.

But not before
your box is finished.

"Death of Love".

Wagner.

My father's favorite.

Come in.

The bedroom is very cool
at this hour.

I'm trying to put order on
my last Sunday of mourning.

Not only for myself but in
this whole part of the house.

Laius had taken it over
as his own.

Although all those treasures
belonged to my father.

This was Laius'
only contribution. This piano.

He used to play it with
an artilleryman's fury.

Come, look.

Orphans.

Their entire families slain.

I hope their memories
are kind to them.

Anita! Take them around back
to the orchard.

Let them be free,
May they be happy.

I want no one else
in this house.

Senora,
I must confess something...

of which
I am utterly convinced.

Only you are able to take up
Laius's flag...

to achieve the peace.

Oh, my son, not today.

I want all the happiness
I deserve.

And I will dedicate my power,
and all this idle wealth...

to achieve it.

I will hear of no more death
and disasters in this house.

But right now...

uncovering Laius' killers
would be a legacy...

to the happiness of all.

You never even saw him alive.

If you had,
you'd likely not be...

so concerned with his death.

To happiness!

To peace!

It's all the same.

Each lasts but an instant, and
we only know we had them...

after they're gone.

That's about all I remember
from my childhood lessons.

Well, I didn't exactly manage
to become a virtuoso either.

Show me your hand.

My trigger finger.

Too bad you didn't stick
with the piano.

You've got hands
to cover entire octaves.

This is my father's hour.

He loved the afternoon here...

sitting in that armchair...

me like this, at his knees.

What silence!

Is this peace?

The peace of the crypt.

And you're here
to purge the worms.

I'm sorry.

How old are you?

Thirty.

For such a young man you seem
to care only...

about shame and pain.

Besides you're very haughty.

I saw that in your first
argument...

with Creon.

You can control yourself,
but...

you're a dog,
sick with rabies.

You're all the same.

You never grow up.

That's why you now kill
with real bullets...

as you used to kill
with tomatoes.

You stain with blood
as you used to soil with shit.

There's no way you'll ever
understand...

this life is for living
not for dying.

Are you crazy?
Anyone could happen along.

Creon and his band...

won't be back until Tuesday.

No one enters Laius' room.
Ever.

Animal!

You still don't realize
I've been waiting for you...

for thirty years.

This is the first time I've
made love in thirty years.

Better said,
the second time in my life.

The first was
my wedding night...

with Laius.

What?

After Laius assumed control
of my father's lands...

in addition to those
he later stole...

he forced me to marry him
to legalize the papers.

I was 15 years old; he was 45.

My wedding night was a rape.

I never had
any more to do with him...

I never spoke
another word to him...

We were never again alone
in the same room.

Who killed him?

Anyone could have.

He had so many enemies,
including me.

There he is now.

Who?

Laius.

Only he could play that piano.

I don't know why this all
seems so strange to you.

He wandered about this house
his whole life.

At night they would see him
on his horse in the fields.

They would see him
anywhere at any time.

Sometimes in different places
all at once.

In these times those
who keep a home tremble...

and strong men are
doubled over...

and millers cease to mill...

and those who look out
the window do not see clearly,

and the people are frightened
even by the flight of a bird...

and singing girls
are slaughtered...

because the road
is filled with terror...

and all are afraid
of the lofty...

So, before
the silver string breaks...

and the golden cup shatters...

and before the cistern wheel
is splintered...

and the dust returns to
the earth from which it came...

remember then your Creator...

and return to the spirit
of God who made you...

and who made all things.

Oh ye, most vain of the vain
and all vanities!

I knew you'd come back
around these parts.

Did you hear the sermon?

All we need now is
for the little priest...

to grab a rifle, come up here
and fill us all with lead.

It was only reading
from Ecclesiastes.

It was a coded message
to the guerrillas.

His pulpit is a loudspeaker
and his confessional is...

a communications center.

You think so?

I think so, and you know so.

If you see him, give him
just one bit of advice:

In war we are
of two hearts...

a good heart
for the good people...

and a bad heart
for the bad people.

You like this horse?

Would you like to ride him?

More than anything.

But, let me warn you...

It may be dangerous, Mayor,

Whoa! Whoa!

Hey there, boy!

Come on.

Congratulations, Mayor, I was
the only one who ever rode him.

My father was
a great horseman.

He must have been. He was
a calvary general, wasn't he?

I see you know everything.

Yes, I do.
But it doesn't please me.

The horse is yours, Mayor.

No, no way.

Loaisa! Take the horse
to the Mayor's house,

along with all
the new harnesses.

It's been a long while
since I've seen...

a city boy with your courage.

You took the wrong job, man.

That remains to be seen.

Although your mission is great,
your power is only paper...

because you don't
have a grip on yourself.

Come with me a moment.

Look. Pick the plot of land
you most like,

from here as far as
you can see...

then stay with us.

Tell me how much cash you need
to plant what you like.

That's how things flourish.

We'll make one lovely family.

You haven't understood
a thing.

No, I did understand.

And if you'd simply accept
everything would be resolved...

at once for everyone,
for you and for us.

Cut the bullshit!

You poor folks can't imagine...

the joy of being rich.

Are you on your way
to visit my sister?

Come on, I'll go with you.

Understand the only reasonable
action at this time is...

for you to take up Laius'
flag of peace as your own.

Forget it!
Nobody will do that.

You do it and I'll take care
of the guerrillas.

Alright. No problem.

But then take at least
an advice from me: Leave!

I haven't come this far
just to leave.

Don't be so dense. Nobody
doubts your intelligence...

your good faith,
or personal values.

But leave.

What concerns you?

That they might kill me?

Nobody is going to kill you,
poet. But believe me...

here, my heart in my hand
I'm telling you...

the worst that can happen
is that they don't kill you.

What is that animal
doing there?

They sent him as a gift
from the hacienda.

Alright, tie him off
with sailor knots.

I always do, but he
somehow gets loose.

Well then, tie him off
with four sailor knots.

Yes, sir.

Speak, and you die.

You're out of your mind.

What time is it?

What happened?

Someone blew up a
power plant somewhere.

We'll never know who it was.

Damn!

And you're out there alone.

You're reckless.

A horse?

Creon gave him to me.

You see, he loves you.

To begin with, he almost
ate the flowers you gave me.

Could he be a Trojan horse?

Damn!

No one can make it this way.

Jocasta.

Yes?

Tell me Laius' dark dream.

Damn! Again!

Don't I deserve to know?

Who told about it?

Everyone.
But each tells it differently.

Many years ago
Laius dreamed...

he would die at that crossing.

And, because he was ignorant
and superstitious...

he built paths and short-cuts
so he'd never have to...

venture that way again.

They say one of his children
would kill him.

True. But he never
had any children.

Who the hell could
have killed him then?

The only thing that hurts me
after all these years...

is not having had the nerve
to do it myself.

So, then?

Well,
are you going to sleep...

or are you coming over here?

- Hi.
- Hello.

You're making a grave security
mistake, my dear Mayor.

You pass by the same place
at the same time everyday.

Now then, let's lunch
on some roasted pork.

No, thanks.

Then I won't tell you
what I know.

Better than living in terror.

Those most interested are
the MS1...

in other words the strongest
and most serious.

The worst bastards.

They're most interested...

in your proposal of dialogue.

They suggest a secret meeting
which you'll attend...

which you will attend
alone and unarmed.

That is not a meeting,
but a trap.

If they wanted to
they'd kill you right here.

Or kidnap me.

Don't forget the flag...

Go down to the river and walk
along the bank...

the flag in view
until you get to...

a large rock.

You will recognize it
immediately. Wait there.

Hands up!

With, or without the flag?

Don't be an asshole.
Identify yourself!

I'm an agronomist...

head of the Ministry
of Agriculture.

Here are your credentials.

You'll need them
for safe passage.

If our comrades
intercept you...

you'll be able to get out.

These photos?

We took them
at Laius' funeral.

That's why you look so sad.

Sad, no. Wiped out.

It's going to be a pleasure
to negotiate with...

such young and attractive
women.

Don't talk crap.
We take things seriously here.

It's leaving!
It's leaving!

Shit!

Someone's an informer,
damn it!

Who knew?

The priest and you. He has
our absolute confidence.

Sons of bitches!

If you want war,
you'll have it!

Quick!
To the police station!

Quick, damn it! Quick!

Move it!

You son of a bitch!

Father!

Don't let me die, Father.

Don't let me die.

Hold it!
Or you die, right here!

You're Aminta P�ramo's son,
aren't you?

I went up into the hills
with my uncle Anselmo.

We know. The day of
your first communion.

Do you know your mother
died from the pain?

I knew she had died,
but I didn't know why.

From the pain in her soul.

Too many sins for your
tender age. Come along now.

On your knees.

Pray with me.

- I a sinner confess...
- I, a sinner confess...

- to God the all powerful...
- to God the all powerful...

to the Holy Virgin Mary...

Creon is a murderer.

He ordered the ambush
of the guerrillas.

He must have killed Laius too.

What's your point?
To get killed yourself?

I'm going to arrest Creon.

Why? Let's stay alive first,
then see what happens.

Cease firing. Cease firing.
Don't shoot.

Stop firing, damn it!

War is against the law of God.
It's abominable.

But worse yet is war
between brothers.

With all the force
of my troubled heart...

I repeat the words of
a great martyr:

In the name of God.
In the name of the suffering,

whose cries echo in heaven...

Iouder and ever louder.
I pray to you, I beg you...

I implore you,
in the name of God:

Stop the violence! Stop...

You see. We keep bringing
the dead here.

This was a good man.

That one, on the other hand,
died as he deserved...

using God on behalf
of the rabble.

What we need here is
a real army to finish off...

all this damned rabble
once and for all.

Then peace will come.

Very well.

The army will come.

Cardona,
did you check the perimeter?

Keep advancing.
Okay, let's go in!

Paniagua, I want
a sharpshooter in the belfry.

Paniagua, did you read me?

Right, we said ASAP.

There's nothing to do here.
Thirty years of destruction...

are far too many.

With such a deep
rooted situation...

and so little political
willpower to resolve it...

peace is farther away
than ever.

Anyway,
we'll maintain public order...

until things cool down and
these crimes are sorted out.

That won't be soon.
We haven't even opened...

the case on Laius' death.

And on top of it all, now
we have the priest's death.

That is a political scandal.

We'll never establish
beyond a doubt...

which side he was playing on.

This would all be much easier
if they'd send...

judicial investigators.

But, those at the top spend
their whole lives saying...

they're on their way.
You could die waiting for them.

You're telling me.

I've spent my entire military
career in these parts.

Twelve years this December,
and it's always been the same.

I've never before
felt so alone.

Although my every move
is immediately known.

Sometimes even what I think.

Damn it, horse!

I don't understand, Captain.
How could they have known...

that the priest and I spoke
in the marketplace?

Why not?
You investigate your enemies,

they investigate you.

You can be sure around here
that Creon and his men...

can send a snake over rivers
and mountains...

to kill a man miles away.

They have animals
like that dog Tiresias...

who is his master's eyes and
ears in all the nearby homes.

Mayor, you must be careful
with this gibberish...

or you'll end up mad.
Alright?

Thank you, Captain.

So then? Shall I leave you
my flak jacket?

No... it's bad luck.

Then let me give you
a present.

What's this?

Military intelligence.

It took us time to trust you.

Damn it, horse!

Easy now, Blackie!
Over here!

Come here. Calm down.

My men found it abandoned
on a side road.

It was Laius' favorite car.

Three days before
his kidnaping it was stolen...

from a shop where
he'd left it for repairs.

This is the car that
attacked us at the crossing.

Well, then now we know where
they held Laius.

You see, any of your men could
have killed Laius at...

the crossing,
including you yourself.

That's a groundless
supposition.

Everyone knows
Laius was killed...

eight leagues
from the crossing.

If I were you...

I'd want proof
with my own eyes.

Mauser 102.

How different
by the light of day.

What have you done
to this poor animal...

to frighten him so?

Much less than you do
to the rest of us.

I see you're well enough
armed, even for a jaguar.

I'm positive you're behind...

whatever happens in this town.

You provoked the guerrillas...

so they'd attack the village.

You even pulled a kidnapers'
car from your sleeve...

to frame me for
the murder of Laius.

My poet, you overestimate me.

You view me as some colossus
capable of anything.

Yet, I'm nothing more than
one Ione man in the world.

The auto is a problem between
you and your conscience.

I'm sick of your
manipulations, damn it!

I won't have
a moment's sleep...

until I know how
you're implicated...

in Laius' kidnaping and death.

Who gave the order to fire
on the priest?

Maybe the guerrillas
found out...

he informed on your meeting
and he paid...

with his skin.

Look, poet,
you have to cool down.

Think about things calmly.

You're nervous because
you think...

you killed Laius
at the crossing.

But you're treating
yourself unfairly because...

only a child of Laius
could have killed him.

Unless, of course,
you are that son.

You're a pig!

I only repeat what
they say in the cantinas.

The son of Laius!

I'm going to kill him!

No you're not.

You hate him too much,
you couldn't live without him.

A cup of coffee?

Where could he have gotten
the idea I'm Laius' son?

And where do you get
that idea?

Don't we know who
your parents are?

Anyway, I told you,
Laius had no children.

It seems impossible
a man like you...

would let a dream defeat him.

And another's dream at that!

When I kiss you
think of nothing else.

Think only of a woman
who is dying for you.

Forget the past.
The future begins now.

Put your head here.

Do you hear him?

Sometimes at night
I hear him sing...

his voice soft and sweet.

"Here I am, Mother
growing up for you".

I don't hear anything.

Listen!

Pay no attention.
Let's leave this place.

For where?

Far away.

Where nobody knows who we are.

I could never leave without
the truth in hand.

I've thought it over.

We'll sell all this junk then
leave one dark night to...

a place where no one remembers
these atrocious years.

With a son,
a sign of better times.

A pure son...

of a clean lineage
like your parents and mine.

I couldn't live one moment
without the truth.

No one will ever know it.

I will.

Come what may,
I'll discover it.

It's the last call.

Curfew is in ten minutes.

I'll have another.

Closing time! It's curfew!

You whose eyes are
open to the light.

Don't you behold a great shame
coming over you?

The terrifying curse of a
father and mother haunts you.

While today
you clearly see the light...

soon you'll see only darkness.

There's room for one more.

No, thank you, Captain.
I'm not far.

Shall I leave you an escort?

No, thank you, Captain.
I'm fine on my own.

Watch out for yourself, Mayor.

Sound taps, Escudillo!

He who seeks shall find.

I want to know everything.

Than prepare
to suffer the punishment...

you've announced
for the murderer of Laius.

Forget the small-talk.

I want you to be clear.

If you refuse I'll denounce
you as an accomplice...

to an atrocious murder.

I fear nothing because I have
the truth, and that is power.

Who revealed it to you?

I found out from you,
yourself.

What did you say?

Repeat that so I understand.

Am I speaking with a rock?

I say the man you seek...

coexists with
an abomination...

of which he, himself
is not even aware.

That he is here among us and
that very soon he will be...

disclosed to be the murderer
of his own father...

both the son and husband of
the woman who gave him birth...

and at the same time father
and brother of her child.

That is all I can say.

This is yours
and I'll finish it at dawn.

But you will never occupy it.

So great is your disgrace.

You have the word, Captain.

Luger P-08.
Like Mayor's.

It's all that's
left to me now.

The conclusive proof
that I killed Laius.

But you'll never have
any proof you are his son...

because Laius' only child
was killed...

three days after birth...

to avoid fulfilling the dream.

You lied to me.

You told me Laius
never had any children!

It's as if he never had any.

Laius himself turned the child
over to a servant...

who threw him into a chasm
because in his dream...

Laius had foreseen
that son would kill him.

And, how...
How can you be so sure?

Because...

I was his mother.

With an animal like Laius,
even I couldn't stop him.

So, worry no longer.

Even if you did kill Laius
you can't be his son...

because that child died
thirty years ago.

That's my age.

But he is dead.

If the woman followed that
order. And if she didn't?

Don't let them fill your heart
with a thousand whirlwinds...

of outlandish misgivings.

Rather than reason
and common sense...

you accept the insinuations
of those who will say...

anything to inflame
your dreadful suspicions.

Who besides yourself can
confirm this to me? Tell me.

Who else in this world?

I must know you aren't
lying to me out of pity.

I can't reason, and
it's because of you.

The fear of losing you has
turned me into an imbecile.

Go see Deyanira, the one who
carried out the order.

She will dispel your doubts.

She must be 100 years old...

but still lives
on the path to Santo Sepulcro.

Tell me woman!
Where is Deyanira?

I was Deyanira
thousands of years ago.

What did you do
with the child?

Here he is. His mother
won't come until tomorrow.

I'm asking you
about Laius' son.

Most holy sacrament!

Did you carry out the order
as you were supposed to?

Do I have a murderer's eyes?

He was a child of infamy...

but innocent of
such wicked destiny.

And where is he?
What did you do with him?

I gave him to a couple
which heaven had made barren.

They took him away,
and never returned.

Tell me, who were they?

I'm willing to give you
whatever you want.

I'll give you whatever of
this world if you'll tell me.

My memory isn't young.
I don't remember them.

Did she swear to you?

She did!
And even if she hadn't...

my heart knew.

Even if she didn't kill him...

there's no reason to believe
you are that son.

How can you be so sure?

Because I'd be your mother.

No.

No.

How do you know you aren't?

I wish I were!
I wish I were, damn it!

So I could remove you
from this hell you inhabit.

You will know today.

Don't go, for God's sake!
Don't go!

Don't stir up a horrible truth
which will separate us...

more than death.

Who did you give him to?
I order you to tell me!

I swear I forgot.

No human memory can last
a hundred years.

You tell me, or I'll kill you
like a cockroach.

I gave him to a calvary
general stationed here as...

a battalion commander.

He was a good man.

They took him away
immediately, very far...

because they too
feared Laius' dream.

But dreams are invincible.

When I heard that Laius
was killed at the crossing...

I was overcome by the fear
that the boy had returned...

despite all life's
obstacles...

to fulfill the order
of the dream.

Are you on Creon's payroll?

How do I know that my life
hasn't been contrived by him?

Ask your parents.

You dare say that because...

you know they're both dead!

Your left foot
gives you trouble.

They tied you up with
such force that the loop...

damaged your ankle.

Your heart is
a nest of vipers!

The circle has closed...

Now you have the power that
makes all things possible.

Here, is Laius' murderer.

His guilt purified
by your blood and mine...

and that of
the countless dead...

in this land of shame.

You have the keys which
open and close everything.

The door of war
and the door of peace.

That is your punishment!

Jocasta!

Jocasta!

Jocasta!

Jocasta!

English Translation by:
Michael Donnelly.