All language subtitles for Plenilunio (1999) 1080P 5.1

PLENILUNE

- What time did she disappear?
- 7:00.

She went to buy a card.

That was the last time
she was seen.

Her groin is bruised,

but I still can't tell
if she was raped or not.

The blood wasn't hers.

The neck wound is too small.

A pocketknife?

Probably. But it's
a very slight cut.

It doesn't take much

to frighten a child.

This is the cause of death.

She suffocated.

He panties were

stuffed into her throat.

She passed out

before she died,
from lack of oxygen.

I hope she didn't suffer.

You can wait outside
if you want.

I'd rather stay.

It's even unpleasant for me.
And it's my job.

I know it is.
But I want to stay.

You must have seen
lots of corpses.

Yes, I have.

You were in
the Basque Country.

I've only been here a month.

Have you ever seen
anything like this?

Keep them off me, Molina.

Do you have any clues?

It's still early.

Is the killer from here?

I won't say anything.

Don't film me!

Get that camera away!

What an asshole!

Is it true the mother's
been hospitalized?

Who told you that?

Captain, please.

Don't you have
anything to tell us?

Well, no, we don't.

- People want to know...
- They'll have to wait.

We'll tell you when
we have something.

When?

When we have something.

"If someone
causes a child

that believes in me to fall,

it would be better to tie

a millstone to his neck

and hurl him
to the depths of the sea.

If your eye leads you to sin,

put it out.

It would be better for you

to enter eternal life
with one eye

than, with two eyes,
to burn

"in the fires of hell."

Thanks be

to God.

I thought you'd never
visit me.

If you'd waited longer,
you may not have found me.

This isn't working
so well anymore.

You're soaking wet.

You'll catch cold.
Come in,

we'll have breakfast.

You were stationed

up north, weren't you?

14 years in Bilbao.

How's your wife doing?

Those 14 years
destroyed her.

They called
when she was alone,

Threatening her
or not saying anything.

When she hung up,

they'd call again.
Every day.

I know she's
in a mental hospital.

An old geezer like me

doesn't have to go out
to hear all the gossip.

Know anything
about the killer?

Almost nothing, Father.
There are no clues.

This is a small city,

who could hide it here?

Something that horrible
must be written all over his face.

Look for his eyes,

his crime will be there.

Some eyes
have no soul, Father.

That's not true.

We all have a soul.

Even the foulest murderer

was created by God
in His image.

Would you recognize him?

Could you identify him
in a line-up

like you did with us
when we'd been mischievous?

Whoever did that

must have it
written on his face.

Christ knew Judas had
betrayed him as soon as

he saw him.

Christ had
an unfair advantage.

You say he was God.

It was Christ's human part
that caught Judas.

Someone

has a secret
that consumes him.

Eyes that have seen
what no one has seen.

Eyes

that gaze ahead
right now some place

in the city.

Miss Susana,

the detective is here.

Thank you, Marcos.

That's all for today.

You can go.

She was like an open book.

She was special.

Why?

- Is this an interrogation?
- No, of course not.

It's curiosity.

I can't get her face
out of my head.

I've seen a lot
of photos of her.

It's hard to think
of a child as dead.

She sat at this desk
day after day all this year.

Now it's been empty

for the past week.

The other kids

haven't seen anyone
strange around?

Have they said anything?

They're scared.
So are their parents,

they don't let them go out alone.

If they say something,
however insignificant,

please call me.

All right.

Detective...

Fatima was like the kids from
working-class families used to be.

They helped at home,
but still felt they were playing.

At nine or ten they had

a sense of responsibility

that children today
don't generally have.

That's why she
was special for me.

When I open up
a dead adult's thoracic cavity,

I see the effects of age,
disease, and vices.

You accept that our body is
fated to decadence and death.

But when it's a child,
you just can't

accept it.

No matter how many
autopsies you do,

you never get used to it.

This is your copy.
The judge

authorized it.

- Waiter?
- Yes?

Yes?

Another brandy.

- Do you want one?
- No, thanks.

All right.

Just Coke, Manuel?

Can I call you Manuel?

No penetration.

There's no semen,
inside or outside.

Wasn't the hymen broken?

Yes. The bastard must
have done it with

- his fingers.
- And the blood?

His. The vaginal bleeding
didn't stain her clothes,

she was already naked.

The blood from the stairs?

The same.

He must have

cut himself.

That scumbag knows

we don't know
anything about him.

Yes, we do.

We know
he's probably impotent.

We have his fingerprints,
his DNA.

We know that the fingers

that tore her vagina
are rough.

That doesn't
seem like much to you?

It seems like nothing.

Fatima Domínguez, whose
murder has shocked the country,

may have suffered
sexual abuse.

She suffocated two hours

after her disappearance.

Detective Manuel Cervera

was involved in an incident
with journalists in which

a cameraman was pushed
to the ground.

Shit...

What? You don't want
to be famous?

If you'd been threatened
for years,

you'd understand.

Look.

It's Susana.
Susanita Grey.

You should have met her
when she first came here.

Susana Grey...

Anything new?

That lady wants

to see you.

Hello. I understand you

want to see me.

I saw the girl that night.

Come with me, please.

You have several messages...

Later.

Well...

I live outside of town,
by the river.

Every now and then I come
into town to shop

and to see my sister.

That evening

I left my sister's house
at 8:10.

I know because
the bus goes by at 8:30.

And in the street...

- You know Murillo St.?
- Yes.

It's where Fatima lived.

Really? See, I'm not lying.

I did see her.

I swear. She was with

a young man,

I thought he was
her uncle or her brother.

I don't why I thought that.

He led here like this,

with his arm on her shoulder.
They went right by me.

Why did you notice them?

What got your attention?

I noticed them because
his hand was bloody,

he was sucking it.

I thought,

if he's not careful,
he'll stain the girl's clothes.

I'm here whispering to you,
just to you,

so you know you're not alone.
I'll be with you until five,

all night with you.
That's more than the name

of the program,
it's a declaration of intent.

You won't find
a more faithful companion.

All night with you,

to help you
at this intimate time.

Maybe you're working...

Whore. You've got
the voice of a whore.

...maybe you've been
with friends,

or maybe, who knows,
you're with someone.

This music is for making love...

"For making love".

How can she be
such a whore?

Always the same...

Wherever you are, remember
I'll be with you all night...

The same thing every night!

...so you know you're not alone,
someone's with you.

"I'm here to
keep you company".

For them to fuck you.
Shit...

This place is never quiet.

There they are,

without their teeth,
their mouths caving in.

That smell of old people...

Thank God!
It's about time it rained.

Remember when it rained
and we wouldn't

let you out into the yard?

You had to spend
all recess in the hallway.

No, you don't
want to remember.

That happens
when you don't have kids.

People without kids
lose their memories.

You didn't have kids.

I've had hundreds!

All of you.

Especially the ones
I loved most.

The orphans of those
who lost the Civil War.

I want to
show you something.

I had thought
of writing the history

of the school, from when
we opened it in 1947.

But it's too late now.

I have your file.

No, I'm not that interested.
Don't bother.

It's no bother. I want you
to know who you were.

You don't look like
you remember too well.

Remember what
Don Quixote said?

"I know who I am."

Tremendous words!

I know who you were,

but it's so long ago you
don't remember anymore,

or you don't want to.

Maybe you don't know
who you are now.

Of course I know who I am.

The boy you knew
no longer exists.

Look, look who you were.

Recognize yourself?

"... since his mother is
without means of support

and is disabled,

and his father
is imprisoned..."

Look at it more,
you haven't seen anything.

You were just like that
when you arrived here.

I put you all in a row
and I thought,

"This one's the weakest".
That was you.

My job was to make you
a Christian.

They told us you were
sent here so we could

tear out of you
your parents' evil seed.

Did you believe in that?

Of course I did.
I'd fought in the war

on the winning side.
Shooting.

Then I became a priest,
and later a leftist priest.

And you,
the son of a poor leftist,

a son of the losing side...

you became a cop.

I had to make
a living somehow.

- Did you father ever find out?
- I don't think so.

It was bad enough for him
that I wanted to be a lawyer

and that I was apolitical.

No one is apolitical.

That's what he said.

He thought like you do.

How do you know
what I think?

That I betrayed my people.

I was called a traitor, too.

They said I read
communist pamphlets at Mass.

You and I
have that in common.

Imagine,

Manuel.

The girl's killer

could also be
in one those photos.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Things are bad at home.

The two boys
are with my sister,

and we're there all day.

Her father is unemployed.

I can't stop thinking
about it.

We don't talk,

we just go off and cry,

hiding from each other.

For several days now
someone calls

at the time she disappeared,

says "Fatima", and hangs up.

That's horrible!

My husband's

going crazy.

I say, "We should
tell the detective".

He says no,
the police are useless.

What can we do?

I'll tell the detective.

If you came, too,

my husband may not
mind him being there.

I'll bring him.

Another beer?

No, thank you.

It's very good.

It's almost 7:00.

He's about to call.

He's going to the phone.

Remember.

Keep him at least a minute

so we can trace the call.

How are you going
to record it?

Don't ask questions.
He knows his job.

The phone company
will record it.

Let the phone
ring a few times.

Fatima.

Talk to him.

I'd say that was
an awful experience,

but then I think about
what they're suffering...

Yes.

You coming along

made it much easier
than if I'd been alone.

Thank you.

Well...

Shall we have a drink?

Yes. Of course, yes.

Where's a bar?

Here?

The bars around here
are depressing.

We need to cheer up.

That's my car.

Dinner's on me,
if you want.

Are you having dinner
with someone?

No, I don't have
anyone here.

I don't know anyone.

Let's go, then.

Detective...

What's your name?

Manuel.

Manuel.

Like my son.

It's strange. I just reread
that book the other day.

One poem could almost
be written by Fatima.

The page is marked. There.

Borrow it.

I don't read a lot of poetry.
No poetry, really.

- I wouldn't appreciate it.
- Nonsense. Take it.

How can he
keep calling them?

Wasn't killing her enough?

It may not be him.

It's so cruel.

How could you call

knowing you're
torturing them?

He likes the phone.

There's no risk and

he enjoys the fear

he provokes.

Were you ever threatened?

- What?
- Well...

Did they ever call you
when you were in Bilbao?

How did you know?

This is a small city.

Small cities are worse
than villages.

Everyone knows everything here.

Like the music?

Yes, I do.

Especially now,
at night,

on the road...

A lot.

It's how I escape.

When I'm sick of this town,

I get in the car

and drive,
with the music loud.

I imagine going far away.

When the tape finishes,
it's devastating.

Look at the moon!

It's waxing.

Really?

- I never know.
- It's easy.

A priest told me
when I was a kid.

"The moon is a liar", he said.

"When it's coming,
it looks like it's going.

And vice-versa."

That's beautiful.

What I first liked about
this place is the name.

"The Island of Cuba".

Going out again

- tonight?
- Yes, for a walk.

It's your funeral!

Let him go.

He's young. Maybe

he'll meet a nice girl.

He should go to sleep early,

so he won't be late for work.

He's never late.

Really...

What time do you

wake up?

At four.

I used to get up at 3:30.

The early bird gets the worm,
and this job

requires dedication.

People who study and...

Quiet, they're talking
about the murder.

...has caused public indignation.

The case is still open.

The police have not talked

much about their attempts

to arrest the killer
of the child...

May God rest her soul.

Death is too good for him.

They should cut off his balls
and let him bleed,

and then bury him
in a swamp.

I don't want to lie
in a cemetery with him.

I'm finished.

But son, don't you want

some meat?

No, really, I'm not hungry.

Goodnight.

I can't eat,
I'm going to puke.

Just hearing you eat
without teeth,

it's disgusting.
Useless old man,

there's no fucking need for you
in this world, go die.

Do you want dessert, son?

No, Mom,

I'm fine.

Why do you lock your door?

You don't have
to hide from us.

This house
is never fucking quiet.

You can't be safe.

You can't even watch a video

or have a drink or jerk off.

Always spying on you.

Then they say mothers
understand their sons.

Right, mothers.

They have no fucking idea.

"You have a great cock!

It's huge..."

You read my mind.

I love a bit of wine
with dessert.

You never drink?

Never.

Baudelaire says men who
never drink hide a secret.

Mine is I had to stop drinking.

I'm sorry I said that.
I can be imprudent.

It's not my biggest secret.

After all this wine,
I could tell you all of mine.

Go ahead.

For example,

no one had to tell me
where you're from.

They did tell me,
but I already knew.

- How?
- Your clothes.

No one here
dresses like that.

I saw you and thought:
"Basque Country or Santander".

You were right.

Did you like it there?

What a question!

Yes, I did. I did like it,
believe it or not.

People tell me

I brought the rain with me.

Were you afraid?

Every day I left home

thinking I may not
come back.

You got used to that?

Human beings can
get used to anything.

They get used to illnesses,

to fear of death...

Fatima's parents will
get used to it.

- Hello.
- Good evening.

- Going for a walk?
- Yes.

Goodbye.

What prices!

Those panties cost more
than a kilo of hake.

The fucking shop owners

get rich with clean hands,

without the stench
of fish on them.

Excuse me...

Yes?

- Any news?
- About what?

The little girl.

Hey, this isn't
a press conference.

Get moving.

Sorry I bothered you.

I could give a fucking
press conference, man.

Christ...

If I wanted to, I could.

If I fucking felt like it, I'd call
you and tell you everything.

I'd say who I was, from across
the street, like in the movies.

Or I could call the slut
from the radio and tell her.

"This isn't
a press conference."

Well, fuck you.

More wine?

I'm getting drunk.

You're not from here?

- Want to know who I am?
- Yes.

All about me?

Right.

I'm glad you asked.

I'm from Madrid,

I'm a teacher,

separated, and with
a 14-year-old son.

Worn-down

physically. Yes.

No.

And mentally, from work.

And I'm so close to 40

that I might as well
say I'm 40.

Why are you here?

I came...

fifteen years ago.
Fifteen.

My husband was from here

and he wanted
to go back to his roots.

I did anything he wanted.

He wanted to break

bourgeois conventions.
Back then...

We left Madrid,

and we came here
as newlyweds, feeling

like pioneers.

I got pregnant

and we made friends with
Ferreras and his girlfriend.

The medical examiner?

Yes. He wasn't one yet.

He was a pot-smoking
radical student.

Who knew he'd get

so serious?

Anyway,

his girlfriend,
a very prudent girl...

Unlike you.

Unlike me...

She turned into practically
my only friend here.

She baby-sat my son
when I went out.

That friend

and my husband...

Yes?

Ran off together,
leaving us here.

And you stayed?

Yes.

I've been very alone.

I'm not a solitary person,

I just haven't had
anyone to talk to.

"My life could have bloomed,

had not a cruel wind
dried my petals

in this part of me
that you villagers see."

"My voice protests
from the dust."

You never saw
my face in flower!

You, the living,
are fools

that do not know the winds,
the invisible forces

"that govern our lives."

SAN LUIS
HOSPITAL COMPLEX

Are you well?

Yes, like always.

Did they give you
your shot today?

Yes.

They came at six.
It was still dark out,

but I'm always awake then.

Later, during the day,

I sleep pretty well.

Did it hurt a lot?

Yes.

But I went right to bed

and forgot about it.

The thing is, I heard
the nurse say a name,

but I didn't realize
it was mine.

I don't know...

Have your mother
and sister come to visit?

Carmen,

have they come to visit?

No, I don't think so.

Wait. Yes, yesterday.

Or the day before.

I can't remember.

What an idiot I am!
I brought you flowers.

White roses, your favorite.

Yes, I used
to like white flowers.

Yes...

Shall I stay for lunch?

No.

Well,

I'll call you tonight.

Or you call me
if you need anything.

Thank you.

What a surprise!

How are you?

You were waiting for me?

No, no, I wasn't.

I was just looking at...

That's silly, isn't it?

I'm very happy to see you.

Would you like a coffee?

Have you always
worked this hard?

Yes, I've always
done my duty.

No, I'm talking
about something else.

I have the feeling this has
become personal for you.

I hadn't thought about it.

You like children?

Well...

I guess I'm like
a lot of men,

since I'm not around kids,
I end up forgetting they exist.

You didn't want kids?

Yes, we did.

At first,

my wife really wanted to,
and so did I.

I thought I did.

But the truth is, when we
found out she couldn't,

I felt a kind
of secret relief.

Do you think it's strange

not to want children?

Not to want them with
the woman you love? Yes.

This investigation has
made me notice them.

You've influenced that,

too.

Is that good?

It's good to know
there are other ages

and other lives
than one's own.

Men notice things
even less than women do.

You always seem

to be remembering
other things.

Yes.

If for years

you've wanted
a different life,

I guess you end up
somehow distant.

This investigation keeps
my feet on the ground.

That girl was buried a month ago
but, I don't know why,

I can't forget her.

People don't talk about her,

evidence is disappearing,

and witnesses, but I...

I'd have thought murderers
plan everything

and then make mistakes.

In the movies.

It's pretty easy
to kill someone,

anyone can do it.

What disgusts me most
about movies

is how they make
crime attractive,

when really
it's blundering cruelty.

Well, then...

Until we meet again.

I owe you dinner.

Will you call me?

No, you decide when
and call me.

Ever feel alone?

When you get home, do you
ever want to go see someone?

You never need that?

Of course I do.

You haven't wanted to see me?

Shall I come up?

No.

I never know whether you
really want to be with me,

or if you do it
out of courtesy.

So, no,

I don't want you
to come up.

Listen,

tomorrow afternoon,
after school,

I'll get a room at
"The Island of Cuba".

I'll wait there.

If you don't want to go,
tell me now.

You don't have
to wait for me,

I'll go with you.

No.

I want to go alone.

I want to wait for you,

I feel like it.

How much?

Hey!

Excuse me.

Sluts!

My mom must want
to change the channel

and my dad must
have a hard-on.

How much?

- What was it?
- A whiskey.

500 pesetas.

Eight o'clock.

Fuck, it's eight o'clock.

It's all the same.

The same hour, the same
shot of whiskey in my gut...

The knife in my pocket...

- Hello.
- Hi.

Going up?

Yes.

- Which floor?
- The last one.

It's late, isn't it?

I couldn't leave work.

Being here is like a dream.

Not so fast, not so fast.

Wait.

Let me get undressed.

Kneel down.

Come on!

Take it out! I can't wait!

Take it out! I'm going

to explode.

Scream and

I'll kill you.

Come on!

It won't fit in your mouth.

You're all born whores,
you know

what to do.

Come on! Come on!

Fuck!

I told you to fucking hurry.

Just like the last time.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up, I said!

Don't move.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What for?

I came too fast,
like I was a teenager.

So what?

It was like being 18 again,

just like my first time,

the same haste,
the same desire.

Yes, but I'm not 18 anymore.

Neither am I.

It took me 20 years
to feel like that again.

Don't try to console me.

Don't be silly.

Why should I console you?

I should thank you.

Look at them
and I'll cut out your eyes.

Maybe you
pissed yourself, too.

It's the same.

Fucking stop it.

Don't move.

It's like making love
for the first time.

It's all right.

She's freezing.

We have to take her
to the hospital.

It's all right.

That's all, honey.
Put down your legs.

That's it...

It's all over.

Her hymen

is broken,

but with no penetration

nor semen.

What did they do to her?

Who could do that?

I'll give her something
so she'll sleep.

It's what she needs.

You can stay with her.
You're better

than any nurse.

Thank you.

You'll sleep now, honey,

without bad dreams.

Tomorrow she'll
take a blood test.

I don't know

how to thank you.

Forgive me, I'm very...

It's all right.

How's your wife?

She died a few months ago.
It was very hard on the girl.

I'm sorry.

Listen,

we can't imagine
the terror she suffered,

but she's only 12
and she'll get over it.

She'll be able to forget it.

You must help her.

Courage.

Take her to her room.
Her father stays with her.

- Was it him?
- I'd swear it was.

Where?

By the river.
The same time.

But she's alive.

He may not know that.

What?

He may believe

she's dead.

- What are you thinking?
- We should be silent.

Nothing in the press,
no one should know.

That will throw him off.

I'll get permission for it.

Let's go.

Her panties.

He stuffed them
in her mouth, too.

But she was lucky.

The station called me.

- The couldn't find you.
- Right.

I had dinner

- with a friend.
- Susana Grey?

Yes, how did you know?

I guessed.

Someone said
they'd seen you together.

- Forgive the indiscretion.
- Don't worry.

You're friends.

Yes, but I don't see her much.

Well, we can go now.

We didn't need
the flashlights.

There was a full moon

when Fatima was killed, too.

Could that be a factor?

Being in the country
with her uncle has helped.

But still,
every now and then,

she gets quiet
and cries her eyes out.

Hello.

Hello.

Tell me about him, Paula.

You told me before,
but try to remember more.

Only you can
help us find him,

you're very important in this.

You know how much
you can help?

You remember his hands?

Yes...

His fingernails were dirty,

black, like an animal's.

His hands were very big.

And he had a digital watch,
I just remembered.

And his face?

His face was very long,

his hair was black,
and his eyebrows...

His eyebrows were big

and they met
above his nose.

His eyes...

I don't know why,

I can't remember his eyes.

He looked at me
like he hated me,

but I can't remember his eyes.

Then his mouth,
those teeth...

How did he talk?

I didn't understand him.

He told me to do things,
and I didn't know what he meant.

He insulted me.
He kept saying

the "F" word.

He told me...
to take off my clothes.

But I didn't,
because I couldn't move.

He slapped me and
knocked me down twice.

The first time,

I got up again.

His accent?

He didn't have an accent,

he talked like people
from here.

He always had a cigarette.

"Fortuna" cigarettes.

Did I say the brand?

I just remembered.

I saw the pack
and his lighter.

He sucked hard at his cigarette
and almost burned me once.

Where? In your face?

Here.

And he put the knife
to my throat

and said,
"Want to get it cut?"

I got undressed
so he wouldn't hit me,

and when I was
on the ground...

I can't remember.
I really can't.

That's all right.

You have
a fantastic memory.

I wish

everyone remembered
like that.

You must do well in school.

Right?

It depends on the subject.
Grammar is hard.

Compound sentences
and things like that.

Every day, the same faces,

shouting what they want.

You have to smile
and talk to them.

"Yes, ma'am,
they should execute him".

Their mouths hanging open...

Those mouths must stink
as bad as the fish.

- There you go, ma'am.
- Okay.

- How much is it?
- 1,100.

- When will you have bass?
- Bass?

On Friday, ma'am.

Okay. Goodbye.

A week, another,
and nothing. Fuck!

It's driving me crazy.

They want to trick me,
to make me feel safe.

They're all quiet.

It's a trap.
They think I'm stupid.

- Who is it?
- An old friend.

Hi! What a surprise!

- Are you alone?
- Yes, I'm alone.

Are you decent?

That depends.
For you, I am.

- Can I come up?
- Of course. Enough questions.

- Hello.
- Hello.

It's a crime for you
to eat alone.

No, I'm making
some delicious fish.

Well, you have your fish
and I have this wine.

Give me fish, I'll give you

wine.

It's a deal.

Come in.

Your fish was great.

So is your wine.

A toast...

We can't really toast
to old times.

The old times don't

deserve it.

Our "ex es". Disgusting!

In bed together.

Crying because
they cheated on us.

And you and I
were so faithful.

We shouldn't have been.

You believed in free love.

In name only.

I, the ardent anarchist,
didn't get any.

But those two
puritan communists...

That's true.

I always had a secret.

I liked you more than her.

Once I visited when

you were alone.

The baby started to cry,

you unbuttoned
your shirt to feed him.

I could only see a little,

but it was intense for me
and I felt embarrassed

to be there.

Did I really breastfeed him

with you there?

What a memory!

Now I feel embarrassed.

Susanita...

You still want to go to Madrid?

I applied for
the transfer.

That makes me sad.

I never see you.

That's true, life sucks.

We've barely seen each other

in 13 years.

Well, we've been friends.

Yes.

But friendship
can be painful.

Especially if you
want something

more.

You're surprising me.

You never said anything.

Are you in love?

What questions you ask!

- Yes?
- Hello, I'm here.

I'll be right down.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Have you noticed?
- What?

I came down by myself.

That's great! Let's go.

Okay.

- Hi, Paula.
- Hello.

What do you think, fucker?

That I don't see
there's only one photo?

Think I didn't notice?

Where's the other one?

You know, too.

You think I don't notice,
motherfucker?

They're setting traps.

They're hiding things.
They think I'm stupid.

They want me to slip up.

It's because you're afraid.

You're all plotting
against me.

You want to trap me.

Maybe she's still there,

decomposing...

The smell of the river
covers the stench,

like anisette covering
the stench of fish.

She must be lying there

like I left her.

Fuck...

My knife...

Freeze!

You move, I'll kill you!

I've been looking
for those eyes

and there they are.

The last eyes Fatima saw,

the eyes Paula
can't remember.

What commonplace eyes!

I didn't do anything wrong!

I was just going for a walk,

I swear!

I found it by the river.

You can smoke.

Thank you.

Want one?

Ever seen this child?

No, I've never seen her.

Okay...

Yes, I have. I mean,

on TV, like everybody else.

Open the envelope
and look inside.

Can I smoke another?

Open the envelope.

I gave you an order.

Look at them!

Look what you did!

Look at them,

you bastard!

Have the balls
to see what you did!

The moon made me do it.

I get drunk on it and it
makes me do strange things.

My mother says it
always affected me.

I swear I didn't
want to kill them.

But they were screaming...

Please, don't call my house.

It will kill my mother.

The station captain, please.

I'll never be afraid.

Do you recognize him,

Paula?

He can't see you.

Paula, dear, make an effort.

Paula...

Whore...

Paula,

if you can't talk,

give us the number.

Just the number, Paula.

We had to give her
a tranquilizer.

She had an asthma attack.

But she told us.

She told us the number.

How many years
will he get?

I don't know.

I promised her
she'd never see him,

but who knows?
Ten years from now

she could run into him.

A toast, detective.

Not to this.

We have to celebrate.

For Fatima's parents,
for Paula,

and for you.
I want to toast to you.

Manuel,

my transfer's been approved.

I've waited so long
for this moment,

but I wanted to tell you...

If you ask me to stay,

if you ask me only once,

tomorrow I'll turn down

the transfer.

Carmen's about
to leave the hospital.

Ask me to stay,

though you can't
promise anything,

though it's just
to see you as a lover,

though

we have to sneak around.

Ask me to stay.

I don't know what to do.

When you came
to sleep with me,

did you know?

You won't ask me.

Destroy the evidence
before your wife comes.

Being a policeman, you'll

do it well.

Hello, Father.

Manuel.

You want to confess?

I want to talk.

Better face to face,
don't you think?

It's not easy to talk
with you face to face.

It was hard
to come see you before.

It meant confronting what
I've been all these years.

- What have you been?
- A drunk.

And a coward.

Yes, a coward that

didn't have the heart to take
his wife away from that nightmare.

I don't believe in God,

but I've surprised myself
with my need for forgiveness.

For being a drunk
and a coward.

But you stopped drinking.

Yes, I stopped drinking,

and I left that shit life
I lived in Bilbao.

Look, Father,

I used to think I was brave.

I took risks,
I didn't mind dying...

I didn't know the difference
between being alive and dead.

Now I do.

I came to this city

and I found
that little girl's body.

And that woman...

Susana Grey, the teacher.
Do you know her?

Yes. Yes, I know her.

She told me.

She discovered what the child's
death did to me inside.

For the first time, Father,

I was doing something
that was worthwhile.

That woman, Father...

I thought I knew
about women,

but suddenly I felt like
I was starting all over again.

If I'd died
without meeting Susana,

I'd never have know
what desire was,

what it is to enjoy
a woman's love.

I never knew love
could be like this,

so sweet, so easy,
so strong.

I'm sorry to talk
about adultery,

but I don't regret
having fallen in love.

So the secret behind
this great change

is a woman.

I should have imagined.

Why?

Behind all good works,

there's always a reason
stronger than goodness.

What will you do
when your wife gets out?

I don't know.

That's why I came.

Should I stay with Carmen

or the woman I love?

You tell me, please.

Me, my son?

Who am I to judge anyone?

What do I know about

the labyrinths where men
and women lose themselves?

Hello?

Yes? Hello?

Who was it?

I don't know.

They hung up.

Mom,

I want to go with you.

You don't have to.

Yes, I know I don't.

We're running out of tape.

I'll buy some more.

Hello.

You could have called.

Come in.

- When are you leaving?
- Tomorrow.

This is my son.

Manuel, Manuel.

I'll go downstairs.
For string.

Come on.

I can't believe
your son is so big.

I don't have anything.

I don't have any Coke,
not even a glass.

How's your wife?

Better. But I didn't come here
to talk about her.

Why did you come here?

To ask you to stay.

Why did you take so long?

I have three months off.

I'm sick of this city.

I can't spend my life drinking
Nescafe in the teacher's room.

I love you, but I can't
wait for you to decide.

Give me some time.

Time for what?

Tell your wife
you can't sleep

with her if you're
thinking about me.

You're saying we're
separating forever?

No.

I can't say
that to you because

I'm really in love.

I'm saying that I'm going,

get your life in order

and then come to see me.

I'll do that.

I hope so.

I'll do it,

I swear.

Manuel! Manuel!

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

You're his first visitor.

- His parents haven't come?
- No.

They haven't even called.

It doesn't affect him.

But he did want
to see you.

He says it's important.

- Does his lawyer know?
- He doesn't have one.

The one he had
left the case last week.

They'll get him another.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

I prayed you'd come,

I wanted to tell you first.

After all, my salvation
started with you.

Remember what I told you
that night?

You didn't believe me.

Not even your tears.

You were right.

I told you I killed them

to stop them screaming.

You knew that was a lie.

The psychiatrists say
I knew what I was doing.

But I don't care, I have
no reason to lie anymore.

Because I didn't kill her.

My hands did, but I didn't.

Satan took over my will.

Now I can remember what
my hands did without suffering,

I can look at them
without shame.

My spirit is in peace,

the Angel of the Lord has
brought me the mercy of sleep.

The Bible's for you.

How old are you?

22. And you?

You'll be out in your thirties.

And you'll do it again.

Unless your God wants
someone to kill you first.

I only have to answer
to the law of God!