All language subtitles for mas_negro_que_la_noche_2014

Will you be needing anything else, madam?

Thank you, Evangelina. That will do.

Becker.

Excuse me, madam.

Can you see how time stops, Becker'?

Life takes some things away, dear...

yet gives us others.

Mr. Garcia.
What a pleasure to see you again.

Dona Evangelina.
You nearly frightened me to death.

I thought you were over there.

Yes. This house
holds many secrets, Mr. Garcia.

This way, please.

Yes. Well, I just need
a couple of signatures from you...

since you are the only witness...

so we can expedite the legal part-

you know, the trials and judges.

Good night, Mr. Garcia, and thank you.

Yes. I will keep you posted
on the handover.

Good night.

I just can't believe
my Aunt Ofelia is dead.

It's not so much that she's dead.

I mean, we're all going to die.

What is strange is
that she left you all her money...

and even her debts.

No, no. Excuse me,
but Dona Ofelia never had any debts.

This contains the entire,
shall we say, inheritance.

Miss, you should
really read it in private.

My friend and I share everything
but a boyfriend...

and that's because he's my brother.

So take it easy.

Yes, we know the whole story-

the death of her parents...

the aunt in charge of the little girl,
the boarding school-all of it.

We're friends.

You understand, don't you?

- This is a joke, right?
- No, not at all.

All you have to do
is sign a few documents...

and I will take care of everything-
well, the paperwork.

As you can see, the inheritance consists
of Dona Ofelia's material assets...

a bank account, her house,
and the extension to the guest house.

But there is more, isn't there?
There has to be more. I don't understand.

Well, yes. As a matter of fact,
there are a few requirements...

for her to receive the inheritance.

They are the wishes of Dona Ofelia...

one of which includes looking after Becker.

Who's Becker?

My aunt's oat.
He has been with her all his life.

Well, I will be leaving then...

and I'll be expecting you
to sign the papers.

Congratulations on your engagement.

- Thanks.
- Very well then. Excuse me. I'll be off.

Thanks. See you later.

Are you all right?

Yes. Just so much to think about.

Becker.

Get some rest, ma'am.

- Hey. What about your friends?
- I don't know.

They aren't my friends. Nobody's here.

Okay, then, your cousin or Whatever-

What's up with you?

Now you're worried about being caught?

We haven't done it in front of the Pope
because you didn't come with me to Rome.

Hey, if someone is here,
let's invite her.

You're a bastard.

Yeah, right.

I haven't done any for two months now.

Are you serious?
You're going to ruin my surprise.

What surprise?

Ta-da!

Straight from London.

A rose would be asking too much?

Roses Wither. Not quite your style.

I don't know if I'll try these...

but if one of those girls shows up,
she can join us, okay'?

My aunt.

No fucking Way.

That's the spirit
who stole Christmas, man.

- What did your aunt do?
- I don't remember, honest.

A millionaire.

Good afternoon.

Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

It has been quite some time
since I have seen you.

Good afternoon, Miss Greta.
Do you remember me?

Evangelina.

You have been much missed in this house.

- Did she call her “miss”?
- She must think she's still a virgin.

- I can hear you.
- Easy, “missy.”

These are my friends, Evangelina-
Pilar, Maria and Victoria.

Vicky.

Follow me, please.

- After you, miss.
- No, after you, miss.

Okay.

Long hallways. Excellent.

The electrical system
is somewhat damaged.

I'll see it gets taken care of.

Isn't that sweet of her'?

Hey, Evangelina. Do you live here alone?

For now ifs just Becker and myself.

No gardener, doorman, anyone?

No, nobody.

Ever since Miss Greta left,
Mrs. Ofelia lived alone.

Sort of like a soap opera.

Welcome once again, Miss Greta.

Step this way, please.

Hello. Good afternoon.

Here's to the new house.

So we went from having
neither a house nor money...

to having money, a mansion
and even a wedding.

And with a cat and a maid.
That's What they're called, right?

You're a fast learner.

- But “maid” isn't the same as housekeeper.
- A “maid” is much younger.

Nor do they kill off the master
for the inheritance.

Quit screwing around.
What if the old hag is really crazy?

- Don't start on that.
- No, seriously. I'm not joking.

If that old lady isn't good vibes,
really, you'd better get out.

What if she goes crazy in the night
and tries to kill you?

Come on.

No, seriously. I'd be left Without
my girl and Without the inheritance.

You don't know Evangelina.

Her whole life was taking care of my aunt.
She never married or anything else.

That's the scary part.
She's an old maid and resentful for sure.

You? Scared? Miss “I don't believe
in that crap or in scary stories”?

In any case, don't let her
near the knives, seriously.

You'll probably get a tattoo
about it, won't you?

Probably.

Why don't you get a tattoo
of your friend's ring?

You get a tattoo for everything?

- Just the important stuff.
- Like me.

- No secrets.
- Pedro.

Always together.

Cheers.

Whats the matter, Greta? What is it?

Nothing. Nothing, sorry.

- Nothing? Seriously?
- I had a nightmare.

Look at your new housekeeper.

Afternoon.

- Hi, Evangelina.
- Good afternoon, Miss Greta.

Welcome.

- Can we come in?
- The new owner must open the doors.

Come on.

Becker.

Hi.

This is Becker.

I guess you all know about Becker.

That's Becker?

Yes.

Is it friendly?

Like all cats, miss, he's territorial.

Don't leave him alone with your pet...

until they get to know each other better.

A couple beers and they'll get along great,
right, you little bastard?

I will show you to your rooms...

so you can continue with your move.

Let's go upstairs.

- Thanks, Evangelina.
- This way, please.

Maria.

It's harmless. Come on.

- Wow. Cool place, huh?
- Yes, it is.

So which way'?

- Upstairs, I think. Coming?
- After you.

And this time she's traveling light.

Man.

Crazy old bitch.

Oh, my God.

We haven't done it on the roof yet.

This small sitting room
may be a good place for you to work.

Or, if you prefer,
you may use the library.

Thanks.

And this is your room.

No, no, no.

You have another room.

That Way.

Do you remember this place?

I think so, Evangelina.
This is my room, right?

No. This was your aunt's room.

My aunt's?

She would have loved
for you to have this room.

It's too much, Evangelina.
I had my own room here.

Allow me to explain.

That room
was closed off when you left...

and I am afraid your aunt
never told me Where she put the key.

Greta.

What's the matter?

This is just gorgeous.

There's no Way in hell
I'm sleeping in there.

- Why not?
- Why not?

What is this place?

You try sleeping
with all those mugs staring at you.

Fuck.

This is the portrait room.

Really? You think?

This room is something else.

All houses have a spooky room.

I just happened to get this one.
Fucking great.

Your aunt spent
a lot of time in this room.

All these people meant a lot to her.

There you are-together with
your parents and little sister.

I've never seen a picture
of your whole family before.

That's Ana, right?

- What about the missing photos?
- People who left her life.

Becker?

Isidro.

- What?
- Isidro!

Maria!

Maria. Becker.

It's that damn cat.
Get him out of here.

- What happened?
- He was just playing with him.

Who would be dumb enough
to leave that disgusting ferret alone?

You were making friends
with each other, right, kitten?

- Is anything wrong, miss'?
- Nothing, Evangelina.

It appears that Becker frightened Isidro...
and Maria.

If he comes in here again,
I'll kill him.

Becker is a very playful cat,
despite his advanced age.

Let him go play with you.

Excuse me, Miss Greta.

Dinner is served at 8:00.

Don't get bent out of shape.
Just relax.

Are you seriously going to cling
to that ferret the whole time?

Yes, and if you loved someone
like I do, you'd understand.

Maria, I don't think
it will happen again, okay?

I think Becker got the message,
you nervous wreck.

- What's up with you?
- Nothing.

You've been squirming for an hour
like you've got ants in your pants.

- That's not true.
- May I set the tray clown, miss'?

- Thank you, Evangelina.
- You're welcome, miss.

The bathroom is at the end
of the hallway, to the right.

Or, if you prefer,
you may go up to any room.

Seriously, I'm okay.

Want me to go with you?

Okay, stay with your Aunt Greta.

- Why me and not Pilar?
- Because Isidro doesn't like Pilar.

- Would you like more coffee?
- No, thanks.

Shit, can't see a thing.

Vicky, you'll have to get over your fears.

I'm not about to go with you
every time you have to go.

It's here, right?

I think so.

What a god-awful place.

- What are you doing?
- You scared me.

Let's get out of here, okay?

Yeah, let's.

Sorry.

Tomorrow I will have someone repair
the entire electrical system in this area.

For now, it is probably best
to return to the kitchen.

Please.

Isidro.

Isidro, Where are you?

Isidro?

Isidro?

Isidro?

Where are you?

Isidro.

Maria?

What's the matter?
Why are you screaming-

Maria.

No, no, no.

I don't know What happened.

It's that damned cat!

Good morning, Miss Greta.

Good morning.

I heard What happened
to your friend's pet.

I really am very sorry.

- Is she here?
- She left early.

I think it was inside the box
she was carrying.

Allow me.

Thank you.

Evangelina, do you think it was Becker?

Becker is a very special cat.

Your aunt always said so.

He's not like other cats.

She used to say that he belonged
to another world...

you know?

It's best to keep on his good side.

- Come, Evangelina, sit with me.
- Thank you.

Do you remember living here?

No, not really.

I can't even remember
why they sent me to boarding school.

You brought new life to everyone here.

Evangelina.

But your aunt wasn't ready
to bring up a little girl.

She suffered greatly
throughout most of her life...

and I think a great deal of that pain
remains trapped inside these walls.

But that has all changed
now that we have a new owner.

Excuse me.

Becker?

What are you doing there?

Becker?

Becker?

Becker?

Do all of your tattoos
mean something?

Yes. Why?

Is the Woman in flames
supposed to be you?

Yes.

What happened,
did you burn yourself?

It's a bit more personal.

What about that lawn trimmer thing?

You're familiar with the concept
of socialism, right?

Well, the one with the knives
is really lesbian.

- Where have you been?
- Looking around the house.

Man, there's some creepy stuff in here.

Creepy?

And you didn't have 90 dudes
watching you While you slept.

Maria, are you okay?

No, not really.

I can't stop Wondering What happened.

I didn't see anything,
but it is a bit Weird.

- Weird? It was that damned cat.
- If you Want, we could bring him here...

so we can really let him have it
until he apologizes.

Cats won't go anywhere near water...

but we could get
that cat psychologist guy...

with the guitar and stuff.

- I really don't think it was Becker.
- So who was it then?

Don't get mad, Maria.
We're all really sorry, right?

Aren't we going to throw a party?

- What party?
- A housewarming party, obviously.

Or are we all in mourning for the ferret?

- Who will we invite?
- Leave it to me.

What's up, man?

I need your help.

I'll be right back.

Hey, we're just getting started.

Becker.

Hello, kitty.

Hello. Hello.

Yes.

There, there, there.

I understand.

It was because you were jealous.

Hey. It's a miracle.

- Where were you?
- The bathroom.

You're freezing.

Are you okay?

I feel weird, like that feeling
when you lose something.

I don't know how to explain it.

You've been weird all week.

I don't know if ifs all this stuff
with the house or What.

I mean, you couldn't give a shit
about the wedding.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

I wouldn't say it if it wasn't.

On top of that, you and I, we-
Forget it.

- No, say it.
- No, forget it.

Say it. All this shit is because
we haven't fucked?

- Not just that.
- What else?

Greta, ifs like you're someplace else.

Greta, you're a drag.

I might be a drag,
but you're a fucking asshole.

Easy, Becker.
Nothings going to happen to you.

You're like this because you know
you did something wrong.

But look.

No hard feelings between us, okay?

No hard feelings.

There's no Way he's acting like this
just because we haven't screwed in a week.

My brother's never been able
to hold his liquor.

He acts like I'm seeing someone else.
It's messed up.

That might be good for you.

Cheers. Great party, huh?

No kidding, man.
Cool fucking party.

I'm talking like you guys now.

What's up, Vicky? Everything okay?

- You smell like me.
- Yeah?

Do you think I've changed?

- What do you mean, “changed”?
- Ask your brother.

Yeah, you have changed.

Now that you're a little rich girl
and all that...

that shit has gone to your head, Greta.

What's with the ring?

I was in your room and put it on.
No big deal.

It is a big deal. It's my aunt's
and it was in a drawer. Give it.

I know. I was going to ask her
if I could borrow it, but she's dead.

Fuck. You're so crabby.

I'm going to put this back.

- You're such an asshole.
- Me?

Your friend is the one
being an asshole, not me.

We told you guys
no snooping around the place! Goddamn it!

You can stop playing dumb.
I already saw you.

I guess tidying up
would be too much to ask.

You scared me, Pedro.

Pedro, no.
I said no, Pedro.

See?
See how you've changed?

Here we go again.
You're being a real asshole.

Let me go. Don't grab me.
Pedro, let go! What's Wrong with you?

I just Want us to be okay!

I'm not talking to you
when you're drunk.

Fuck. So even drinking
bothers you now, damn it.

- We'll talk tomorrow.
- No, not tomorrow.

Pedro, get off me, bastard!

Pedro, listen to me!

Get out of here.

- Get out of here!
- I'm out of here!

Thanks for the inheritance.

You're leaving already?

If anyone asks about the painting...

tell them it was some fucking drunk.

Can I come in?

Are you okay?

My head hurts.

What happened with Pedro?

My head is so sore
it feels like it might explode.

Why don't you take a bath?

Come on. A bath will help.

Greta, no!

Ana?

What are you doing here?

Miss Greta?

Miss Greta!

Evangelina, what's wrong'?

It's Becker.

They've killed him.

Becker.

Becker.

Now what's happened?

- They killed Becker.
- You're kidding.

It was the only thing she asked of me.

I found him floating in the pool
a few minutes ago.

Becker.

Miss, they have no idea What they've done.

No idea.

That's Wild.

They do look alike.

- What's up? You like old ladies now?
- No fucking Way. It moved.

- What moved?
- The damned painting moved. I swear.

Now you're just freaking out.

You're not listening. I was standing here
looking at it when it moved.

Shut up. Since last night
things have gotten really Weird.

- Why? Where's Greta?
- I don't know.

They found Becker dead
this morning, so work it out.

That goddamn evil cat.

Why are you looking for Greta?

You're not going to say anything, are you?

No.

I don't know.

No need.

What you don't know can't hurt you.

I swear I don't know What came over me.

I suddenly felt like-

Look, I don't know.

Pedro-

- Were you going to rape me?
- Don't say that.

I'm sorry, but trying to sleep
with someone against their will is rape.

- I would never do anything-
- But you tried to.

Look, ever since you moved
into that house, you've changed.

You're different.

- So you keep saying.
- You hardly even go out.

You're always staring off into space.

And What about these headaches?

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

You can't deny that you've all felt
strange things there.

As soon as you step into that house,
it's like you turn into someone else.

What are you trying to say?

- That it wasn't you?
- I'm serious.

Everyone in there
seems like they're someone else.

Do you see What I'm saying?

- Where's Greta?
- She's not here yet.

Figures. No one has a car and this place
is in the middle of nowhere.

I'm going to tell you guys something...

but you can't tell anyone.

Is it that serious?

Becker.

- So you're the cat killer.
- No.

I don't know What came over me.

I couldn't control myself.

I felt something ice cold inside,
I don't know.

Maria.

You Went Way too far this time, man.

You all know I'm not like that. Vicky-

Yeah, but ifs too late now.

- Good evening.
- Evangelina.

You're here.

Of course I am, miss.

I live here.

Can we watch TV?

I'll be in the library.

Have you finished?

- What about you?
- No, I'll take it with me.

- What's going on?
- There's something we have to tell you.

Man, you have no idea
how much I've missed TV.

But with an old hag and a Witch
living right here, who needs TV?

Listen here, girlie.

I don't know What you plan to do,
but you have to tell Greta What you did.

What do you mean?
Maria's the one who killed the cat.

I saw you getting out of Pedro's car.

Greta is my best friend,
and although that bastard is my brother...

I'm going to give you one chance
to do the right thing.

If not, I'll get involved...

and I'll make sure that they
kick you out of this house, okay?

I've no idea What you're talking about.

Go on. Play the fool.

Why the long face?

I didn't sleep a wink.

What's this?

I found it in my aunt's study.
I honestly have no idea What ifs for.

Have you asked Evangelina?

I've got enough on my mind already.

Anyway, there are
a lot of doors in this house.

But this doesn't look like a door key-

more like a padlock
or something like that.

- How do you know, Pilar?
- Because I do.

Why do you always have
to question everything I say?

What's the key for?

It's Greta's,
but she doesn't know What it opens.

- It opens a padlock, if you ask me.
- According to Pilar.

She could be right.

This key looks very much like the lock
on the guest house.

The What?

Whats that stench?

It smells like humidity,
like old stuff.

It smells like a dead body.

Look at all the junk your aunt held on to.

What's up with this place?

“Thank you from the bottom of our hearts
for attending.

We hope our joy will be yours as well.”

Okay, please tell me
that its just the wood settling.

Okay, that scares me.

Listen, come on up.
You've got to see this place.

Damn Maria. I'm going to kill her.

Wow.

Was your aunt married?

Not that I know of.

She sure spent a lot on that dress
just to leave it hanging there.

Haven't you ever wondered
What it's like to dress up as a bride?

I have, but just to dress up
as an evil bride.

You look a lot like your aunt.

It's true.
In that dress, you look a lot like her.

It's cool, isn't it?

So, since when
do you like bridal gowns?

- Let's go, okay?
- You shouldn't be here.

Ma'am, why do you have to keep
scaring us all the time?

I misplaced the key to this house.

Evangelina, was there a Wedding here?

- Was Greta's aunt married?
- She was legally a widow.

Your aunt was very happy
about the wedding...

as we all Were.

It was here that the best tailor in town...

made the dress.

Everything had to be perfect.

Your aunt was looking after every detail.

Every ribbon...

every seam...

every alteration.

Actually, it was
a very beautiful dress...

and she simply exuded happiness.

Day and night...

she could be heard
humming the same tune.

All of the guests knew well...

that this would be a grand wedding,
an affair to remember.

It was Rocio,
one of the new housemaids...

who put an end to the party.

This house was being used
as a dressing room...

for the bride and the bridesmaids.

Miss Ofelia suddenly decided...

to take one last photograph here...

beside her mirror.

Should have cut the bastard's balls off.?

What happened next?

We never found out.

Terrible things were said.

The truth of the matter
is that they both disappeared.

Let's get out of here.

I am very sorry, Auntie.

The night finally arrived...

the moment to face his fears
was right before him.

Greta.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I thought perhaps you might like
a little coffee While you Write.

It's very hot.

Be careful as you drink it,
not to burn yourself...

or choke.

- Leave it there.
- Yes.

Can I offer you anything, Miss Greta?

No. Thank you very much, Evangelina.
I am all right.

Excuse me then. Good night.

I'm very tired and don't feel well.

I'm going to bed. Are you coming?

Well-

I'll see you tomorrow.

Shit. This goddamn-

Pilar.

- What's wrong?
- I heard you scream, man.

You were there and she was too.

- She who?
- The aunt.

Oh, no.

It was a terrible nightmare.

I saw you in the library...

and she was across from you
and coming for you with her cane.

Sorry. l-low silly. Sorry.

That will be embalmed
Within the walls...

I think ifs all in your mind.

This isn't like you, Maria.
You don't believe in this stuff.

I know.

Just try to understand.

I swear I saw your aunt and Becker
right there in front of me.

You know that's impossible, right?

This house is full of sounds and shadows.

Maybe that was it.

You will soon get used to it.

Like Pilar says, ifs all in your mind.

I'm going to take a shower.

Do you still get those headaches?

You might be right.

It just seemed so real.

This place is awful.

They really look alike...

and both jilted.

The difference is, I'm no housemaid.

Help me!

Vicky, what's wrong'? Easy now.

- In your room, ifs your aunt.
- See? I told you.

My aunt is dead.
You can't be seeing her.

- What part of my room were you in?
- The room with the white sheets.

Sorry, miss, but that room is closed off.
I don't have the key.

It was open, I swear it was.
She Wanted to kill me.

Let's get out of here, please.

Well-

I guess we'll all have to
stick together to keep calm.

All right then.

Don't believe me.

Vicky.

Vicky.

What's all this?

I hate them watching me sleeping.

What's up?

Nothing.

I keep seeing Ana.

Anita?

But she seems different now.

She looks worried,
like she's trying to tell me something.

Greta, Ana has never lied.
Pay attention to her.

I don't know What she wants to tell me.
That Woman is always there.

What woman?

I don't know. I can't see her face. When I
sense her, I wake up really frightened.

What is that? What is that?

Evangelina. What is Wrong with you?
Are you trying to kill me?

- Are you Well?
- No, I am not well.

Did you hear that noise?

Tell me, did you hear it?

Like-

Like a Woman screaming.

Screaming? A woman?

Well, it wasn't screaming,
more like sobbing.

- No. I didn't hear anything.
- What's going on?

You didn't hear it?

- Like breathing.
- Like What?

See? I'm not crazy.
She noticed it too.

Sorry.

Miss Maria says she heard sobbing
in the sitting room.

I have lived here a very long time.

I am perfectly familiar
with the sounds of the house...

and I don't recall anything like wailing...

or sobbing like you say.

What if we call the priest?

He must think we are out of our minds.

He's coming tomorrow.

It's just one night.

With all of the commotion,
nobody has eaten a thing.

I don't want you to go around saying
that I'm starving you to death.

Do you feel unwell?

No.

I don't know. A bit confused, maybe.

Because of the sobbing.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?

May I keep you company?

Thank you.

Evangelina-

I swear I get goose bumps
when I hear that sobbing.

It's horrible.

I know.

You know something? I am familiar
with all the echoes in this house.

I should be.

I have been here
such a long time...

that I have lost track.

So there is an explanation, right?

Do you believe in ghosts
and things like that?

No, of course not.

Then there simply
is no possible explanation for you.

The next time you hear sobbing...

go to your room...

and reconsider What you believe...

miss.

Excuse me now.

How did it get in?

Greta.

What's up, Pilar?

There's something
very Wrong with this house.

- I want to leave now.
- What are you talking about, Pilar?

- What was that?
- Did you hear it?

- I'm sure ifs her.
- Yes.

- I'm getting out of here now.
- I'm leaving with you.

- Who is she?
- Victoria.

We need to talk.

Greta, please.

Greta, talk to me, please.

Greta.

Give me two minutes. That's all.

One and a half.

Look-

I know I haven't behaved very well lately.

What a kind gesture
on your part to admit it.

Are you okay?

What's Wrong with you?

Are you going crazy, or What?

You're the one...

who has gone crazy.

Life snatches some things
away from us, dear...

but gives us others.

Did you tell her, bitch?

Vicky, come here!

Open the door! Open the damn door!

Open the door! Open up, damn it!

Greta.

What's Wrong with you,
you twisted old woman?

I don't understand you, miss.

Why did you dig up that damned cat
out of the garden?

I'm sorry, but I don't see a cat.

Where?

How-

Two seconds ago,
Becker was stretched out there.

Evangelina, the paw prints are still here.

Let me remind you
that this is a very large house.

Other animals can get in...

even another cat.

Come on.
Stop playing games with me.

Remember What I told you?

Ana.

Want to swim with me?

Greta.

Greta.

Ana.

Ana.

But you, Mom and Dad are all dead.

I'll miss you.

Becker?

It can't be. That fucking cat.

I saw Becker.

Evangelina?

Is that you?

Greta, what's wrong'?

Becker!

Vicky.

Vicky.

Why did you cheat on me?

Why did you cheat on me?

Why did you cheat on me?

It can't be.

The wind closed it.

This opens it.

Shes everywhere! Shes not dead!

Let's get out of here, please.

She wants to take revenge on us!

No one wants revenge,
but we need to get out of here, okay?

Greta, I'm sorry about Pedro and Becker.

It's okay. It's just a cat.

That's the problem. It's not just a cat.

I know.

We need to get out of here.
Right now!

Shes taking revenge on us.

Greta, what's happening?
Open the door!

Open the door, goddamn it!

Please don't leave me, Greta.

Easy now.

It's almost over.

Greta, help me!

Open up!

- Maria!
- The wind closed it.

Oh, no.

Someone help me!

Greta, please don't leave me.

This place is cursed.
We have to leave this house.

This is my home.

This place is cursed...

and ifs all because of that damned cat
and the old lady.

We only had to take care of it!

Greta, what's Wrong with you?

Why is there blood on your hands?
Where's Vicky?

It was the only thing I asked.

The only thing I asked.

Who are you?

You're not Greta. You're not-

It was the only thing I asked,
the only thing.

Where's Greta?

Pilar, help me.

We said we'd always be together.

No secrets.

Everything well, miss?

Very well.

It was about time for a change in music.

- Evangelina?
- Yes?

I miss Becker.

Don't worry. He'll be back very soon.

If you'll excuse me.

He must be the same.

A black cat...

darker than night.

Why do they have cell phones
if they aren't going to answer?

Hey, kitty.
Are you playing around?

That old hag who looks after you
will be worried.

What the fuck?