H6: Diario de un asesino Page #2

- Nothing bothers me.

- I'm going home tomorrow.

- Home? That's good.

Where are you from?

Valencia, the Carmen district.

Been to Valencia?

I Ieft real young

and just got back.

You'II Iike it here.

Why didn't you go to bed?

Not without you.

I'd feel Ionely.

You're a dear.

- How are your patients?

- Not too bad.

Shall we go to bed?

Do you feel Iike making Iove?

I'm exhausted.

I had a busy night.

You work too hard.

You can't imagine.

Hey!

What's up?

You want to come up?

Depends.

How much?

For you, twenty euros.

I'II open up.

Why are you

in Encarna's guest house?

She was my aunt.

She Ieft it to me.

The building must be

worth a fortune.

Got any grub, man?

I haven't eaten all day.

This stew is f***ing great.

- You Iive with your family?

- They're in Granada.

- Can I have some wine?

- Sure.

I f***ed a Iot here, man.

I know all the rooms.

Where do you Iive?

In the Moro Hostal

by the market.

But I could come and

Iive here.

You must have a friend.

I'm Ionelier than a dog.

Got AIDS?

No, I was just

in the hospital.

They tested everything

and believe it or not. I'm clean.

Check for yourself.

Does your family know

you're here?

My family has no f***ing idea

about me.

Can I come?

I'II treat you Iike a king

and this would be our place.

It's not a bad idea.

I'II move tomorrow.

I'm Iow on cash and

owe some nights.

Don't worry.

- What's your name?

- Rosa.

Rosa, can I tie you up

to have sex?

You go for that stuff?

I don't care.

These undies must've cost

a fortune.

If I come Iive here,

can I wear them everyday?

You can tie me up,

whatever you want, OK?

Okay.

- What's your shoe size?

- Thirty-eight.

You got shoes, too?

This is my mother.

They're clippings, right?

If you want everything to be okay,

shut up and obey.

You're weird, man.

Are you the king that turns on

Iooking at pictures of their mother?

Just wanted you

to see my family.

Ready?

What's this, man?

We'II have sex on the table top.

Okay?

I don't know, man.

And why the plastic

on the walls?

Trust me. I'm not a pervert.

I realize that I'd rather watch

than act.

That's all.

Tell me exactly

what you'II do.

I'II tie you up.

I'II have sex with you

and that's it.

Why are the windows covered?

I shout when I do it. You wouldn't

want people to hear.

Otherwise, I'II pay you

and you Ieave.

It's up to you.

Okay, man.

What's on that Iittle table?

You can move tomorrow.

I'II help you bring your stuff.

You swear?

I swear.

I'm wearing panties.

- Is a picture of your face OK?

- Let's not start.

Going to the toilet.

Be back.

Hurry. I don't Iike being

in here alone.

You mother f***er!

I almost froze.

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